Niall:
"As always, you look dashing, Niall." Your thirty-two year old interviewer complemented Niall-yet again- on another amazing photo.
You two were being aired live, and she only has said things to Niall. You guess that you were only there for eye candy, so you shrug it off and smiled at her.
You three flip through picture after picture of you and Niall, but she only complemented him... With a occasional knee pat. That seriously bugged you, but you let it slide.
"Ugh... It's this troll again." She muttered under her breath when a picture of you and Niall on the red carpet poped up on the screen.
"Excuse me?" You have had enough of the cougar's silent dissing.
"You heard me." She flipped her perfectly straight hair over her bony shoulder. "If you tried to put a little more effort in, it could really enhance your look! There's this great thing called makeup; you should try it sometime."
The whole audience 'ooh'd!' at her remark. She smirked at you through her fake eyelashes and snickered. You tried to compose yourself, before you say something that you would regret... In a unprofessional way.
"Okay." You start. "I was just trying to be nice; did you really think that I didn't notice how you continued to ignore me? I'm not stupid!"
"You could have fooled me." She snickered. The audience gasped, and your face turned beet red with anger. Niall tried to stand up, but you pushed him back into the chair, because this was your fight.
"Excuse me?" You hissed at her. She shrugged her shoulders and put on an innocent face.
"It's my show, what are you gunna do about it?"
That was it. You lunged at the interviewer with arms extended and slapped her. The contact with her cheek echoed around the set, and bounced off all of the walls. Everyone went quiet, and the interviewer stared at you wide eyed.
"You just slapped me... On my own show!" She stuttered. You composed yourself a little bit, and stood with your back straight; which gave you a couple of inches on her.
You put on your best innocent face, but a smirk was tugging at your lips. "It's your show... What are you gunna do about it?"
And with that, you spun on your heel and sauntered off the stage like you OWNED IT! The audience wolf wistled and cheered while you walked off stage, and Niall followed.
"Totally sewing her when I get back." He said while kissing your temple. "You're amazing."
"I know." You giggled.
You later got a call from the network asking if you wanted to take over the show.
***
Zayn:
"More tatoos?" Max, your radio interviewer asked Zayn. He chuckled nervously and nodded.
"I got another last week." He said with a smile.
You smiled at him, and grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers in his. He seemed to relax a little bit.
"Zayn, you have like, a sleeve now! I bet your going to get into drugs and alcohol soon."
You and Zayn stared at Max wide eyed. You couldn't believe that he had just said that... And on air!
"Excuse me? What did you just say?" You asked.
"I said that he was going to go into drugs and stuff! I mean, look at him! He already smokes and-"
"Don't talk about him like that!" You yelled, while cutting Max off. "I can't believe you! Zayn may have a smoking problem, but he's getting better. Yeah, he may have tattoos, but they are all meaningful! Don't you dare say that he will turn out badly, because he has people that care about him, and that will put him on the right path. Don't talk about him like you know him, because you don't."
You slid off your stool, and stomped out of the studio, with Zayn in tow. You were fuming, and it made you even more angry wen Zayn started to laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" You asked him. "Are you not mad?"
"Oh, I am." He said while calming down. "But the way that you handled that was hilarious. Did you see his face?"
You shook your head and giggled. "It was quite funny."
Zayn took your hand and led you home; you both looked on twitter to see what people have tweeted about the interview, which made you laugh harder.
***
Louis:
"You look like such a floozy!" Your fake blonde interviewer laughed at your appearance in a picture. You were on the beach with Louis in it, and you were wearing a stripy one piece.
"Umm... Since when was a one piece floozy?" You asked her smartly. She shut up for about five minutes, but started right back up again when a picture of you at the red carpet with Louis.
"Look at that dress! You look SO desperate!" She laughed at your outfit of choice. You were wearing a red strapless mermaid gown, with sequence around the hips. You just rolled your eyes, but on the inside, you were really hurt.
"Don't say that about Y/N!" A athoritive male voice boomed from beside you. You turned your head to see a very mad Louis Tomlinson sitting beside you. You put your hand on his arm, but he didn't back down.
"She is a very nice girl, and smart and beautiful. I had to force her to wear that, because she didn't think that she looked good at all! Do not say that she's a slattern, because she never dresses in that way. You need to check yourself in the mirror, because your boobs are slipping put of your top; but of corse you didn't mean that, because you were judging Y/N about a dress that barley showed anything."
He took your hand in his and stormed off set. You kissed his cheek and thanked him.
***
Liam:
You had five minutes before your interview with Liam, and you could not be happier. Your relationship was going extremely well, and you thought that he was the one.
You stepped out of the bathroom, but only to see your interviewer kissing Liam!
You marched over to her, and tapped her shoulder- you couldn't push her off because she was man sized- and gave her a death glare.
"What do you think you're doing?" You asked her. You were a petite thing, so you had to crank your neck up to look her in the eyes.
"What does it look like? I'm kissing your boyfriend." She smirked. You look over at Liam, and he's shaking his head rapidly, mouthing 'she kissed me.'
You believed him, of corse, so you turned your attention back to the man-women. "Don't give me any of that!'' You laughed. "Liam's faithful, don't try and put our relationship out. You need to check yourself Mr."
"I'm a women!" She screamed.
"You could have fooled me." You sassed while snapping your fingers in a Z-formation.
You walked away from her, and Liam ran up to you and spun you around.
"I didn't do it, I promise! She just grabbed me and-" You cut him off by kissing him passionately.
***
Harry:
You were doing a radio interview with Harry, and the man that is interviewing you two has an eye out for you. He squeezes in a wink at you from time to time, and asks you flirtatious questions. Harry notices, but you hold his hand underneath the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
"So... When are you going to dump the boy and go for a man?" He asked you while biting his bottom lip. You were appalled.
"Where's the man?" You asked him while pretending to look around the studio. "I can't see him."
He chuckled and leaned in closer to you. "Right here."
He breathed onto your face, and his breath smelt of cigarettes and onions with garlic. Your nose wrinkled up in grotesque.
"I already have a real man, and I can tell you for sure; he doesn't eat onions and garlic before he gets all up in a girls face." You pushed yourself away from the table, and walked out of the studio. Harry followed you a couple of minuets after, with a huge smirk on his face.
"What did you do?" You giggled at him. He just shrugged and put his arm around your waist.
"I prevented him from ever having kids."
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