I KNOW ITS BEEN KINDA SLOW RIGHT NOW GUYS BUT I PROMISE THAT IT WILL GET BETTER!!!! PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE!! HAHAHA THANKS FOR READING THIS FAR AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER!!!
HARRY'S POV (still)
The interview wasn't anything new. Practically all of the same questions. It always seems like the interviewer doesn't care about our answers. Sometimes I honestly wish a fan was the interviewer. They care so much about every word we put into our answers. It would be a nice change.
Suddenly, I remembered that I nearly killed someone this morning and I rushed out of the studio to find Paul.
"Excuse me have you seen Paul?" I asked several stage hands.
"No"
"Nope"
"No, I'm sorry"
No one has seen him. Maybe the boys know where he's at. I turned around to go back and find them, and was pleasantly surprised to see the four of them standing behind me.
They all give me reassuring smiles. I seriously couldn't ask for a better group of friends.
Some random women comes up and takes me by the wrist without either of us saying anything. The lads trail behind us. I am pulled out the back stage exit and find Patricia (our on tour manager) ushering us into a red mini van.
"Where are we going?" Liam asks surprised. He usually knows everything about our schedule. All of our eyes seem to be asking the same question because when Patricia answers she scans all of our eyes.
" We are headed to the hospital," she says looking flustered, "Paul is already there waiting for you. The young women Harry hit this morning has a minor concussion. She still hasn't come to yet but the doctors say that it will be an easy fix."
I released a heavy breath of relief.
When we finally reached the hospital, I was the first out of the van. I practically flew out of it before it even parked. Patricia ran behind me trying to catch up, but it was hopeless in her tiny heels.
It was scary how much I cared about this girl. Was it Taylor? Ya, Taylor Walsh. That's what it was. I've never cared so much about someone that doesn't even know I know them. Now I know how the fans feel...
I reached the receptionist's desk. She looked frantically through files, probably dealing with someone on the phone.
"Umm...Taylor Walsh?" I asked hesitantly.
"Room 131. Straight down this hall on the left," she said without even looking up. I probably would have said something flirtatious to her, but I was too focused on finding Taylor.
125....127.....129.....At last! 131!
I barged into the room without even thinking. I flung the door open, or at least I tried to but ended up knocking down a bin full of soapy water. I cursed under my breath at my clumsiness but realized there was no one else in the room. Except for an unconscious girl. I quickly looked around and located a paper towel dispenser in the corner. I wiped up everything within a matter of minutes and deposited the paper towels in a rubbish bin.
I walked over to Taylor. She looked so peaceful, so innocent. The way her dirty blonde hair perfectly framed her face, with a few wisps strewn across her face. I moved them out of the way. Her face looked so perfect. Her nose had the perfect slope that curved slightly to the tip. Her lips were the same color as a stunning sunset. Naturally. It was obvious she didn't wear to much makeup. Her lips looked so soft and sweet. They looked liked they would almost form a heart if they were pursed together. Her cheeks glowed with a slight rosiness. It made her seem friendly and outgoing. Her eyes fluttered. I bet they were beautiful. Louis said they were green right? Ya... I bet they were bright like emeralds.
I was startled when the lads came in being lead by Patricia.