How It's Going To Be [h.s.]

Chapter 10

I arrived at the studio a couple hours after Harry. The band had to be there early to meet with stylists and do a run-through for the interview and a sound check for their performance. Harry sent one of the band's drivers to pick me up at his house in the city. I was nervous about going without him because I still didn't know anyone. I had to awkwardly try to cover up the fact that I didn't recognize the driver who clearly knew me.

As I walked through the back doors of the studio, I felt my hands go cold and a wave of nerves hit me. I looked around for Harry but couldn't find him. There were just backstage assistants running back and forth chaotically. I bit my lip and took out my phone to call Harry.

"Hi, you're looking for Harry, yeah?" A woman tapped me on the shoulder and gave me a big smile.

"Yeah, I am."

"This way," she started down a hallway I wouldn't have thought to search. The woman had short hair that was dyed a soft lavender color. She was wearing head to toe black. She flipped her hair with the back of her hand. "How was your holiday?"

I couldn't remember my holiday. "It was good. Nice seeing my family and everything."

"Lovely! And how is your mother? Is she still working?"

That confirmed that I should know this girl. Were we friends? What is her name? "My mother is well. She is still very busy, yes."

We stopped in front of a door and I could hear Harry's laugh on the other side. The woman knocked on the door twice and called to the boys. "Harry, I have your gorgeous girlfriend out here!"

There was more laughter before the door opened. Harry appeared and gave me a smile. He was wearing a black skinny jeans and a black button up shirt with every button fastened for a change. His hair had been perfectly styled. "There you are," he put an arm around me.

"Hi," I smiled.

"Thanks for bringing her by, Lydia." Lydia. I would have to remember that.

"Sure, Harry. Good luck on the show." Lydia turned and walked down the hall leaving us alone outside the door.

I looked up at Harry and he gave me a soft smile. He knew I was nervous about meeting the boys. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead and ran his hand through my hair slowly. "You okay?"

"Yeah." I was convincing myself more than Harry.

"We don't have to say anything to them right now about your amnesia. We'll just go along as always. I'll be here for you the whole time."

I nodded and tried to relax my face so I didn't look so nervous. I flashed a smile to practice before meeting the rest of the boys. Harry opened the door again and walked in first, holding it so I could make it through as well.

The room was rather small with three sofas taking up most of the room. There was a table with bottles of water lining it. There were screens that displayed the show's stage. But there were three other things in the room that stole my attention.

"Hey!" It was a collective greeting shared between the three boys. They stood up from the sofas and filed toward me. Each wore an outfit similar to Harry's and a wide smile. I swallowed my nerves as the famous band neared me.

Liam approached me first. His arms wrapped around me and he pulled me in for a tight embrace. "You look well, love."

"Thanks, Liam," I smiled as he released me.

A blond Irish boy came up to me. His eyes were a bright blue and his smile was perfect. I wrapped my arms around Niall's torso as his arms wrapped around the top of my shoulders. "Nice to see you up and about!"