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The New Publicist

First day. . .first review

~Ali’s prov.

I woke up before any of the boys, got my laptop, and sat down at the table to try and get some emails sent and just to see what everyone was up to. I tried calling Hanna but she didn’t pick up, so I gave up after the fifth call. I was sipping on my coffee and looking at my blog when I heard some footsteps coming behind me. I didn’t bother to look because I thought it was Niall, but I was surprised to see Louis sit down across from me. “Good morning Ali, have you taken your medicine yet?” he asked while yawning,

“No not yet. I’m just catching up on some work and then I will.” I answered closing the lid to my computer. “Are you ready for tonight?”

“I think I am. I’m always nervous before the first show . . . well before any show in fact. Are you ready to watch your first ever concert?” he asked while getting himself some tea. I didn’t answer him because Niall came into the kitchen area and sat down beside me.

“Good morning princess” he mumbled kissing the top of my head, “When did you get up?”

“About two hours ago. I woke up and had to get some work done. And then Louis joined me about 15 minutes ago” I said sipping my coffee. Niall sat down and put his arm around me and opened up my laptop. He saw my blog and what I was beginning to write.

“Why did you stop writing halfway through this paragraph?” he asked taking a bite of his bagel.

“Because Louis came in and we started talking and I didn’t want to be rude to him” The conversation ended there and Zayn was next to join us. Soon it was time to go to the stadium for the boys and their run through of tonight’s show. Nancy met up with us at the stadium to give us a quick tour.

“And this is where you will be Ali. You can watch the show on the television and write great things about the boys.” Nancy said pointing to a chair at a desk with a monitor above it. I looked over at Niall and the boys and they all had this look of confusion and disgust on their faces. She then showed us to the boy’s dressing room. There was a couch on one wall and three clothing racks on the other wall. “You boys get ready and I’ll send Lou in to do the hair when you’re already” and with that Nancy left the six of us in the room.

“Well Ali seeing that our stylist isn’t here yet. . .wanna help us pick out our outfits?” Liam asked getting a water out of the fridge.

“Umm sure I guess so” I responded walking over to the first rack. I flipped through the pants and got some black ripped skinny jeans for Niall, plain black skinnies for Zayn and Louis, and blue ones for Harry and Liam. They all changed into their pants and were all standing around talking. Just then a woman came into the room with tattoos up and down her arms.

“Hi. I’m Lou and you must be Ali?” she said. I nodded my head and then I found myself in a hug from this person I just met. After the hug, Niall came over and wrapped his arm around my hip.

“Yes Lou, this is Ali. My beautiful girlfriend who needs to take her medicine before she begins to write” Niall said squeezing me. I smiled and handed Niall his shirt which was a white and blue baseball-style t-shirt. Lou was doing their hair while I picked out shirts for the others. The sound check went by fast and it was already time for dinner. I had written some paragraphs for my first review when Harry tapped me on the shoulder.

“Ali, it’s time for dinner”

“Okay thanks Harry. Let me just save this real quick and I’ll be right there” I answered pushing the chair out.

“Have you hear—“

“Nope nothing yet. But I’ll let you know when she calls me” I said reassuring him while rubbing his arm. We walked out of the room and met the others at the car to take us to dinner. “Where are we going to dinner tonight?” I asked scooting in next to Niall.

“We don’t know yet. Do you have any good places? Besides fast food” Liam said from the front seat.

“I know a pretty good Indian place down on Charles Blvd.” I answered. I gave the address to Paul and we began our journey to dinner.

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