All I Want For Christmas Is You

“Okay, now you girls, don’t freak out or anything,” Louis said as he stopped walking in front of a door with a sign saying “One Direction” on it. I was nervous. I didn’t know why I was so nervous. And I turned to Karla. She was shaking in nervousness and Val had a never-ending smile.
“Here we are!” Louis said as he opened the door. He introduced all of us, even Valerie and he shut the door behind us.
I saw Liam, shirtless, changing his outfit, and did I remind you… he was SHIRTLESS?! Zayn was on his phone, looking up as he heard Louis come back in the room. Niall was snacking on some chips on a table by the door. And Harry was getting his hair done by a lady who had a little girl coloring in a book on the ground nearby.
“Louis! You came back with friends!” Niall said, examining us. We weakly smiled and he laughed. Louis walked further in the room and took his jacket off and set it on a clothing rack. “Don’t be afraid,” Louis laughed, noting that we haven’t moved from the doorway. Karla moved first, walking closer to the boys. I tried to keep my cool. I mean, we were in a dressing room with ONE DIRECTION! OH MY GOSH I WAS FREAKING OUT IN MY MIND!!! BUT ON THE OUTSIDE I WAS LIKE…. Smiling. Yep.
“Karla!” I said, trying to gain Karla’s attention. “What? She said, not looking at me. She was still mesmerized by Louis. “The interview?” I asked. Karla then jerked her head to me. “Oh yeeeeah,” she said, sitting down in a chair next to where Niall just flopped down. “Sit down and stay a while,” Harry said. I thought he was talking to Karla, but I looked up and saw he was staring directly at me. “Of course!” I said, sitting down next to Karla and Niall. “So what are you girls doing here in London?” Liam asked, noticing we were both American. “We are actually here to do an interview with you guys,” Karla answered and all of the boys looked at her and smiled. “I’m okay with that,” Niall said, leaning in closer to us. “Why don’t you start asking away?” Louis asked as he set down on a couch near where Harry was getting his hair done. Karla cleared her throat and I looked to see if there was any paper nearby. “Oh you need some paper?” Liam asked. I nodded and he bent down and picked up a coloring book. It had the name Lux written on the top. “I don’t think she will mind if we use one of her pages,” Liam said as he tore out an uncolored picture. “Hey!” the little girl interjected as she saw Liam’s actions. “Sorry love,” he said. “I’ll pay you back in cookies okay?” Liam asked, the little girl gave in. I suspected the little girl to be Lux. In fact I remember reading about them. Lux was Lou Teasdale’s daughter. And Lou was their hairdresser. Everything made sense now.
“Okay, let’s start,” Karla said, pulling up a page on her phone that had the questions on it. “Out of curiosity, who has the worst temper in the group, in you boys’ opinion?” “Harry,” Niall said as he laughed. Harry gave a glare to Niall. “I think Harry, because he can be a bit scary when something offends him,” Zayn said, setting his phone down next to him. “I think Louis,” Liam said as he giggled at Louis’ sass expression to his answer. “I think I do as well,” Louis said, fixing the top of his hair in the mirror. “What about you Harry?” Karla asked. Harry looked down in wonder. He pondered for a moment before speaking. “I think…. Louis,” he said, turning his head smiling at Louis who giggled as well.
We continued to ask questions as the boys all gave their goofy answers.
“You have ten minutes till performance,” a man who opened the dressing room door said. “Well it has been fabulous meeting you girls. Are you going to be here after the show?” Harry asked, still looking at me, and not Karla. I nodded. “Good,” he said as he turned back around to see Lux and Valerie coloring together. “You treat Valerie great. I’m glad she has a sweet, beautiful … perfect, girl like you to call her sister,” Harry said, touching my upper arm. I felt tingles swarm around my body from the touch. “Harry come on,” Zayn said, looking back at him. “I can’t wait to see you again,” Harry said as he followed Zayn out to the stage entrance. That was odd.

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