I sat down in the uncomfortable plastic chair, directly across from the interviewer from MTV. He was really cute, kept eying me up and down. Even winking a couple of times. I was definitely flattered, but the last thing I needed was to look like an even bigger slut on national television. The amount of One Direction fans that were here was insane. All of the vicious teenyboppers had the same look on their face: pure hatred. Not that I blamed them. I nearly broke up the worlds biggest boyband in a matter of weeks. I don't believe that was all my fault. They were headed for disaster anyway. Shit, Zayn and Niall wouldn't even look at eachother. Liam hated pretty much everyone. Louis thought he was way too cool for all of it. Harry was just pathetic. Simple as that.

The man behind the camera counted down from ten and it hit me how scary live television was. I mean, I had watched the boys a couple of times but this was entirely different. I wasn't prepared for this. No one had taught me how to deflect hard questions. But then again, when I agreed to do these interviews I promised I'd be totally honest. I couldn't bitch out now. Even if it made me look bad, these boys needed to be exposed. Especially considering the fact that Liam had the opportunity to tell me not to and he didn't take it. So fuck 'em.

10... This was gonna be good... 9.... So many stares.. 8... The interviewer has definitely gotten hotter in the last 30 seconds.. 7.. I'm nervous....6... I wonder if the boys are watching... 5... I fucking hope they are... 4.... I feel nauseous... 3... can't back out now... 2... can't breathe.... 1.. fucking showtime.


"Hey guys I'm Johnny MacFire with MTV Talk! We're here with Blair Kelly. If you don't know who she is; She's the girl who was chosen to spend a summer with One Direction. How're ya today Blair?" He grinned, half winking at me.

"I'm fine! Excited to be here!" I said, shifting in my seat.

"Well let's get to it, when did you last see the boys?" He asked.

"Ehm.. When I left in July last year. So it's been awhile!"

"Would you want to see them again?" He asked.

"Maybe. I haven't really thought about it!" I said back, knowing if I said no I'd get shot.

He grinned, "Well we spoke to them and they said they wanted to see you!"

Excuse me?

I laughed, "Oh did they?"

"Yes so we invited them to come here and join us for our interview!" He beamed.

No...

"Do you guys want to bring out One Direction?!" He said, causing a hundred girls to scream and nearly make me go deaf.

He looked at me and noticed the obviously panic written all over my face. His expression changed to sympathy as "Best Song Ever" began blaring through the speakers and the boys filed out one by one. They waved politely to me but I could see straight through it. I couldn't decide who I hated the most right now, so I just ignored their eyes all together.

These stupid motherfuckers highjacked my interview. I had ONE SHOT to tell everyone my side of things and they come in and ruin it. I knew exactly why. MTV wasn't going to turn down an opportunity to have the boys on and Modest! knew that if the boys went on, they could control the questions they asked. Pretty much eliminating any shot I had at hurting their careers. I shook my head in disbelief.

"So guys, are you happy to see Blair?" He asked.

They all nodded and smiled. Liam spoke up first.

"It's been awhile since we've heard from her so yeah definitely!"

I rolled my eyes, "Funny because I've texted you 4 times in the last week and you didn't respond to any of it."

Louis snorted, he knew I wasn't here to kiss and pretend to make up. Just remember Blair, no shame. You've already gone down, time to bring these suckers with you.

The interviewer frantically looked around, knowing he couldn't ask a follow up to that because 'it wasn't on the list of questions'.

"So! What was your favorite memory of you all and Blair?"

Louis grinned, "Probably in Miami! We stayed up really late after the show and ran around on the beach."

"Oh yeah I liked that night too! Lou and I snorted an 8 ball in like ten minutes! We were high as kites all night long!" I added, grinning right back at him.

The shock on everyones face was absolutely priceless. If they fucking thought that I wouldn't air any of their dirty laundry because they were there with me, they were absolutely wrong.

"Um... moving on! So Blair, what is your favorite One Direction song?"

This is seriously the direction they wanted to take this? I wanted to have a snarky comment, but there isn't any. All of their songs are bubble gum pop and I didn't have much ammo. So, I figured I'd answer honestly.

"They all know it." I mumbled.

"Back For You." They said in unison, completely monotone.

"I see! Any others?"

"No." I said back, annoyed.

"Well boys, what was it like having a fan with you on tour?" All of these questions we directed towards them. It wasn't my interview. It was theirs.

Harry did his signature 'I'm the favorite' smile, "It was amazing. It's nice to get to spend so much time someone and really get to know them."

"Not only that, but it was pretty sweet getting to let someone into our world like that." Louis added.

I looked over at Zayn and realized his eyes were burning into my skull. I quickly averted my eyes over to Niall and realized he wasn't much better. The only difference between the two was that Niall looked like a sick puppy and Zayn looked like a miserable exboyfriend. Both were true, I guess. I didn't even want to be here anymore. Fuck revenge. I just wanna get out of here. I tuned out the interview until the commercial break. The second the 'On Air' sign dulled, I got up and ran out of there. Only to be caught by Marshal, their lovely manager off tour.

I ripped his hand off of my arm and screamed in his face, "I didn't sign a fucking contract! Get your grimy hands off of me!"

I felt him grab me again and went to smack him, soon realizing he wasn't the one who had me. This time, the hands were much stronger. One's I couldn't escape. Of course, Liam Payne.

I felt the anger boiling inside of me, "Liam I will cause a fucking scene. Let go!"

He knew me too well. He rolled his eyes and dragged me to the elevator, "You already did cause a scene B."

Nicknames? Not the time.

"Where the fuck are you taking me!"

He slammed me against the side of the elevator and screamed in my face, "Do you seriously think I wanted to be here?! I didn't! But if we're going to be forced face to face to talk about this shit, we're not doing it on live TV!"

I pried my arm out of his hold, "Where are we going, tell me now."

He slammed his hand into the emergency button and the elevator came to a halt, "We're not going anywhere. We're going to fucking sit here and talk about this. You wanted to talk, now's your chance."