New beginnings

I stretch and open my eyes.
It’s a Saturday morning, and I really, really don’t want to get up. But the boys told me that if I wanted to go with them to an interview, I had to get up by seven.
I glance at the clock.
Six thirty. There’s still time to sleep.
I turn back over and I’m just drifting into a deep slumber when someone knocks on my door.
“Oh Violet!” an Irish accent calls. “Get up!”
I groan and throw the covers off, shivering as the cold air touches my skin. Why did I agree to do this again?
He knocks on the door again.
“I’m up!” I call, walking into the bathroom.
“We have to leave by seven thirty!” he calls through the door.
“Kay!” I yell back, toothbrush in mouth.
I start with a shower, stripping off my pajamas and jumping under the hot water. After that’s done, I blow dry my hair and side braid it, so it comes over my shoulder.
Now the hard part.
What am I supposed to wear?
I look through my closet several times, finally settling on an outfit. I hope that it’s good enough for a TV interview.
Someone knocks on my door. It’s probably Niall again.
“You ready?” Harry asks. Oh.
“Almost!” I answer, quickly brushing mascara on as well as a light pink lipgloss.
When I walk out into the hallway, they’re all waiting for me.
“Let’s go!” Louis yells, running down the stairs. I roll my eyes, but follow him. He can be so goofy sometimes.
“Hurry up, you slowpokes!” shouts Louis. He’s already in the van, impatiently waiting for us. Just to spite him, I walk that much slower.
“Violet!” he complains. “We’re gonna be late!”
I giggle and run the rest of the way, getting into the van and shutting the door behind me.
“So where’s this interview?” I ask, picking at my nails.
“Some hotel.” Zayn answers. I roll my eyes. That’s helpful.
Nobody really talks on the ride there, which is surprising. Usually the boys are so lively and filled with energy. I chalk it up to it being so early in the morning.
Eventually, Harry breaks the silence.
“Look, Vi, when we get there, there’s going to be a lot of paparazzi.” He explains. My eyes grow wide. I forgot about the paps. He continues. “They won’t touch you, but they’ll try to get you to talk. You don’t answer, even if they say something really rude, which I’m sure they will. And don’t lift your face up. Just keep walking. Get it?”
I nod, too shocked to answer. What are they going to say?

Notes

Ahhh im so sorry! I had chapter five AND six written out and everything and I didnt post so theres a double update for you! Sorry i'm writing four stories right now, its a bit hard.