Just Breathe

Chapter 10: Interview

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•Niall•
I'm not a morning person. And not like the cute 'yeah in not a morning person but give me a coffee then I'm good' type. No, I'm really not. I dont physically or mentally function at 6am, yet here I am up at 6am for an interview with Radio 1. Paul said tons of people have been bugging for interviews with us since we put the statement out so I have to at least go for one to put the fans at ease a bit and apparently that one had to be at the crack of dawn.

I've been wanting to tweet the fans and tell them I'm alright, to thank them for all their lovely tweets but I just don't know what to say honestly. It was hard to compose a tweet, because I dont want to sound like all is sunshine and butterflies, when it's not I'm suffering mentally and deteriorating physically. But I also dont want to post a sad, depressing, dig my grave now, tweet. It was a difficult balance.

The boys left yesterday night to go visit their families for the day cause we only have today and tomorrow left before we're back on tour. It was a equally exciting, yet difficult time.

I get ready then wait for Paul to text me that he's here. I really don't have any food here except for frozen food cause I haven't been here so I pull out some ice cream and eat it from the tub for breakfast. Mark, our trainer, would be thrilled with this decision, I'm sure.

My phone dings with a text from Paul saying hes here. "Morning" I greet Paul as I buckle into the black suburban

"Morning. Alright so obviously they're going to ask you about the statement. Is there anything I should tell them not to ask you about?" He asks me and I shake my head. What's the point even if I tell them not to ask they still will, so might as well not put anything in their heads

"No it's alright" we arrive and I see there's about 30 fans sitting out front if the building

I turn to Paul "They knew we were coming?" I ask confused

"Nick didn't announce he was interviewing you until this morning they must have come then" he shrugs. I nod as we pull up and the girls start excitedly asking for photos but are pretty chill for the most part which is always nice, we had good fans. It were the paps that came in and created chaos

"Alright let's go" Paul opens my door and I girls start shouting hellos at me and I smile genuinly happy to see the fans. It seams like forever since I have seen any of our fans in a lax environment. We make our way to the girls contained by barricades and a police officer

"Hello" I smile going over to them

"Hi Niall!" The blonde teenage girl grins happily. It's always strange but also cool to be the reason strangers are excited and happy

"How are you all doing?" I ask them scribbling my signature on copy of FOUR for one of them

"I'm well. Are you okay we all saw the statement?" Paul starts pushing me along telling me we are going to be late

I smile at the brown eyed girl "don't worry about me, love" I shake my head

"Niall can I have a picture?" Another girl who seams older than the other girl asks me politely

"Sure" I smile as she pulls out her iphone and snaps a picture of us together

"Thank you so much! I love you" she gushes happily her smile showing in her eyes

"I love you too" I tell her before Paul pulls me inside away from the reporters and girls. I liked being able to tell the fans I loved them, because I did. This job was hard, alot, and I dont think I could do it without genuinely living our fans and it was important to me to make sure they know that.