Little Things

Chapter 82

Harry picks up his pace and bows his head, so I do the same. 

And that's when I hear the clicking.

"Oh fuck them," I roll my eyes, and follow Harry's lead.

"This way," Harry points his arm towards the following road that hopefully leads to the studio as we turn down it.

I reckon the paparazzi are somewhere behind us, and I have no clue how many of them there are. You would think they would be a little more discreet than clicking away so arrogantly. It's so ridiculous why someone would ever want to invade someone else's privacy by taking pictures of them without their knowledge just to post it online or in a magazine. It's ridiculous, and inhumane.

I spot a familiar looking entrance from being on the show past times, and notice the Ellen sign. We both rush towards it, hands full of coffee and food. But I guess that's nothing that's new.

We are greeted by the name of Melanie who is very sweet and takes us to our dressing rooms. 

"I'll be taking you to the stage when you're ready in about five minutes to get a feel for it and see Ellen prior to the entrance of the audience. So I'll be back," she winks at Harry who doesn't seem phased. He doesn't see the effect he has on other girls. Ever.

"Let's check out the mini fridge!" Harry says as he nears it, and I laugh. 

"Put two of us lads in a room and the first thing they're gonna do is check out the food," I clap my hands together and laugh a bit more.

Harry pulls out two ginger ales despite our coffees, and place them on the coffee table. But he doesn't forget to put a coaster underneath, cheeky little boy. 

I do look up to Harry, quite a bit. Literally, because of his height over me, but also as a person. How he can remain so genuine even with all the extra attention he receives from basically everyone in the world. And how he thinks of everyone on this entire planet before even a thought about himself. It's crazy. He's insane, but in the best way possible.

"Do you know who else is on the show today?" I ask my friend, taking a seat on the couch next to him.

"Dunno. I guess we'll find out," Harry shrugs.

"Imagine it was someone like....I dunno....Taylor Swift," I bite my lip to hide my laughter so I can see his reaction, but he only takes a sip of his coffee, so I release the burst of chuckles.

"Sorry mate, I had too. But I doubt she would be here," I rub my eyes to rid of the tears from laughter.

"There is nothing between Taylor and I anymore, and I don't have a problem with her. It would be lovely to see her and catch up again," Harry says.

"I would hate to see one of my exes," I say on the contrary to his statement.

But he only shrugs again.

There are a few knocks on the door so we stand up and share a quick hug as a good luck type of thing, before leaving the dressing room with our names printed on the door of.

"Right this way," Melanie leads us and we follow. 

In a few moments time we are behind the stage, and I spot Ellen farther ahead of us, so I throw my arms out wide so I can give her a hug when we reach her.

"My favorite members of my favorite boy band!" she shouts as we both get closer.

"Wait, is that Harry? And Niall? Damn I thought they asked my favorite members to come. But you guys are alright I guess," she jokes, pulling us into hugs and I enter another fit of laughter.