Harry's POV

I came downstairs from eavesdropping on Katrina's conversation and was mauled by a flying Melody.
"Hello, fancy meeting like this again," I grinned. "Ouch."
She had somehow twisted sideways in the air so her elbow was digging into my stomach, and it wasn't a good feeling. She jumped up and shouted something at Louis.
"Mickey Mouse? Good," I heard Liam say.
Then I heard Melody say something and watched her as she walked past me holding Ella. I decided against following her, because I heard her say something about a shower, and bolted. I walked into the kitchen to try and was trying clean out the burned pancakes from the pan when Melody came in.
"Why?" she asked into the phone, grabbing a MacBook and sitting at the table. I heard someone say something.
Melody looked up at me, holding the phone between her ear and her shoulder while she typed. "I can get that. You're a guest, Harry. Stop cleaning."
"I'm a guest and I have a feeling you won't take money as thanks so I'm going to clean," I answered, trying to scrape the burned bits into the trash with the plastic spatula.
"Here, use this," Melody said, getting up and grabbing a small, square thing on the edge of the sink. "Scrapers work better."
"Thanks," I said, and scraped the remaining pancake into the trash can. Then I washed the pan.
"Why did you want me to Google this? I don't see any- fuck!" she said, interrupting herself. She clicked on something and I heard her mumbling something. She was probably reading it out loud to herself. "Shit! This is not good!"
"What?" I asked, dropping the pan in the sink and walking over. I put my hands on her shoulders and leaned over her head.
"Hello, Harry. Ever hear of claustrophobia? Or personal space? What about a bubble? It goes out to here on specific days, and you're kind of in it right now," she said, spreading her arms out wide.
"Yes I have," I said, not moving. "Hey! It's me!"
"Yes. And me," she said, glaring up at me. "Now read the rest of it."
I moved her chair to the side then grabbed another chair and pulled it to where her chair previously had been and sat down in front of her laptop. I scrolled to the top of the page and read the article.

One Direction in Fargo?

The world-famous boyband One Direction was recently in Fargo, ND.
What?!
Why would they be in small-town North Dakota?
Sources say that their plane stopped to refuel at Hector International Airport and before takeoff, a problem with the engine was discovered and they couldn't fix it right away, and there were no commercial airlines that had open seats for the next month.
So why perform in Fargo? Why not just stay hidden? One Direction insiders say that they met some fans by accident. But it must not have been an accident, because the boys were seen with three new girls (one of whom was identified during their impromtu concert as Melody, who stepped in as their lead guitarist during the second half of the show) walking into the Fargodome together. Does Harry have his sights set on someone new?

"Is there an explanation for this?" Melody asked coldly.
"Paparrazzi," I answered. "I didn't have anything to do with this."
"What about paparrazzi?" Liam asked, walking into the kitchen.
"This!" Melody said, gesturing wildly at her computer.
"Paparrazzi," Liam said, peering over me and looking at the computer screen.
"That's it? You guys had absolutely nothing to do with this whatsoever?"
"Nope," Liam and I both answered at the same time.
"Can you DO something about this?"
"Nope," we answered again.
"Well, I don't mind that I'm on the COVER of a magazine. Not at all," Melody said sarcastically. "But the thing I'm REALLY not happy about? My little sister's on there too! She does not need that kind of publicity! She's eleven! Eleven!
"What's going on?" Louis asked, walking into the kitchen.
"I'm on the cover of a magazine. And so is Ella," Melody said dryly.
Louis walked over to the computer and shoved us aside. "Well, at least it's not Playboy," he said, turning to Melody.
"Facetious," she muttered.
"What?" Louis asked.
"Facetious. Trying to be funny at an innapropriate time," Melody shouted. "Facetious! That's what you are. It's the exact same as being cocky and I can't stand it. What's my mother going to say? What about my dad? They're not going to like this at all!"
Just then, the doorbell rang.
"What now?!" Melody roared, stomping off.
"Well, I don't think she's very happy right now," Zayn said, walking into the kitchen from who knows where.
"Facetious... facetious," Louis said over and over. "I like it! That's a fun word!"