"Get up, Styles!" Zayn yelled through the door, knocking for what seemed like the hundreth time. "We've got an interview in half an hour!"
I groaned and rolled over in my bed, accidentally bumping into my night stand and groaning again. I sat up slowly and ran my fingers through my hair. I looked around my room for something decent to wear, as I can't hardly wear pajama pants to an interview, even though the tabloids would come up with an interesting story about it. I settle on my Ramones t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans and my white converse. I go to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Taking one last glance at my reflection, I sauntered out into the Living room where the rest of the boys were watching the last bit of a football game.
"Oh! Ooooh! Come on!" Niall yells, throwing his chips in disappointment at the TV. I chuckle and go to the kitchen to get some coffee.
"It lives!" Liam jokes, slapping my shoulder with a chuckle. "Who would have guessed?"
"Not me," I answer with a smirk.
"I would!" Louis yelled, running over to hug me. "If Harry had been dead, I would have felt it!" He screeched, grabbing my hand and placing it over his heart. "Here."
I laugh and pull my hand away. I open the cubbord and see we are lacking all materials to make coffee. I frown.
Seeing my face, Zayn says, "We'll stop and get coffee on our way, Harry. Can't have you grumpy for our interview. Probably wouldn't go over well with management." I chuckle.
"Alright, let's go or we'll be late," I say, grabbing my coat by the door.
The boys and I file out of the flat and make our way to Louis's car. We jump in, me in shotgun, Niall and Laim in the bucket seats, Zayn in the very back, and Louis as driver, of course. Louis starts the engine and we're off.
I can barely sit still I want coffee so bad, which is strange because noramlly I want tea. Whatever, just as long as i get caffiene.
"We're here," Louis announces as we park. "Harold and I will go in, You guys just hang tight. Want anything, lads?" Niall wants food (of course) and Zayn and Liam each want a coffee as well. Louis and I make our way into the coffee shop with hast. We get in line and I start fidgeting. Louis laughs and tells me I'm acting like I'm having drug withdrawls. I laugh too, ducking my head to fix my hair as I step toward the counter.
I bump into someone, hard, and hear them gasp. I look up startled to see a blonde girl standing there, surprised out of her witts. Only not looking at me, but at the huge coffee stain on her shirt.
"I'm so sorry!" I say reaching for napkins and handing them to her. She laughs and takes them, starting to clean up herself.
"That's alright. This top was a boring color anyway," She looks up at me and I'm taken aback by her bright blue eyes. And her accent...she's American! No wonder she's so beautiful.
She gasps a little and says, "You're Harry Styles."
I chuckle and say, "Yes, that I am. And you are?"
She seems to snap out of her trance. Reaching out a hand to me, she says, "My name's Jovy."
I smile and shake her hand. "It's lovely to meet you, Jovy," I say, making her blush a bit.
"Come on, Styles. Let's go," Louis says, coffee cups in hand. I nod and turn back to Jovy.
"Could I do anything else for you? I am terribly sorry about your shirt," I say, trying for a shy smile.
She smiles back. "No, it's alright. I can change when I get to work. Which, speaking of, I'm late. It was lovely meeting you Mr. Styles." She smiles again, and I melt.
"Wait, can I have your number?" I say grabbing her arm as she turns to leave.
She giggles and grabs a pen from her bag. She grabs my hand and scribbles her number on top.
I smile when shes done and say, "Hope to see you soon, Jovy."
She smiles and squeezes my arm. "Same to you, Harry." Then she turns and walks out the door, leaving me dumbstruck staring at the number on my hand.
Louis chuckles, "Come on, Lover-Boy, we're late for the interview."
I nod and follow him back out to the car. When we climb in, we're met with very curious band mates with very strange quiestions.
"What the hell took you so long?" Zayn asks, reaching for his coffee.
"Harry met a laaadddyyy," Louis says and i shake my head in embarrassment and take a sip of my coffee as Louis backs away from the shop.
"WHO?!" Niall shouts through a mouthful of muffin.
I laugh and answer, "Her name is Jovy."
"That's a beautiful name," Liam comments. "What was she like?"
"She was friendly and sweet, considering I'd caused her to spill coffee all over her blouse," I say, smiling.
"Ooohh, her?" Niall says, leaning forward. "I saw her come out of the shop in a rush. The blonde girl, yeah?" I nod. "She's beautiful, lad. Good job," He says and holds his hand up for a high five. I giggle and slap his hand.
"Guys, we're almost to the place, so compose yourselves," Louis says.
"The Queen of Sasss, who yells random things at the top of his lungs during interviews, is telling us to compose ourselves?! VAS HAPPENING?!" Zayn shreiks causing a burst of laughter from all of us and a scowl-smirk from Louis.
"Alright, ENOUGH," The Queen of Sass yells. "We're here, so get out of my bloody car."
I laugh and climb out along with the rest of the boys. We make our way through the front doors of the facility and are taken aback by the interior. There's a lovely sitting area across from a crimson colored front desk and an old, pale woman behind it. She smiles at us when we enter.
"Welcome," she says, coming around to greet us. She's wearing a typical old lady outfit; long skirt, plain blouse, a cardigan, and a scarf. "You must be One Direction."
"We are, ma'am," Liam answers.
"Delightful. Follow me please," She turns and waves for us to follow her down a long hallway. He short legs skitter quickly and she has a light skip in her step as she hums an old nursery rhyme. I try and stiffle my giggles. She's so adorable.
"Here we are, darlings," she opens a door for us. "The interviewers will be in in just a moment. Please have a seat and if there's anything i can do for you just let me know!"
"Will do, thank you, ma'am," Louis says, flashing a killer smile. She smiles and leaves, closing the door behind her.
We each take a seat in one of the five chairs across from the two I suppose the interviewers will be sitting in. We sit quietly, or, rather, we try to. Niall lightly slaps Zayn's cheek, causing Zayn to elbow him, knocking him out of his chair. Niall then pushes Zayn out of his chair and Zayn gets back up and puts Niall in a headlock. Louis is chanting "Fight! Fight! Fight!" and Liam is shaking his head and trying to calmly get the boys to calm down. I'm laughing so hard I'm crying so I bury my face in my hands.
We hear a door click open and footsteps coming our way.
"You must me the oh-so-famous boy band that's all over the magazines I read," says a low voice.
"Yes, and you're not quite what we expected," says a soft, angelic, and strangely familiar voice.
I look up and swallow a gasp. In front of me is the same angel from this morning, except instead of wearing a tan blouse with a coffee stain on it, she's wearing a royal blue shirt with a white heart on it, which makes her bright blue eyes shine. She smirks at me.
"Jovy?" I say, smiling back.
"Hello, Mr. Styles, nice to see you again," she says, giving me a proffessional, curt nod, but I can see in her eyes that she is just as excited to see me.
"You know each other?" The male interviewer asks.
Jovy nods. "Yes. He spilled my coffee on me this morning. Mike, this is Harry, Louis, Zayn, Niall, and Liam. Guys this is Mike. We'll be asking you a few questions about your tour."
The lads and I all say hello to Mike, but I can't peel my eyes off of Jovy. She and Mike take a seat and she looks at her clipboard.
"Alright," Mike says, rubbing his hands together, then wrapping an arm around the back of Jovy's chair, making my blood boil a bit. "Let's get started."

Notes

I hope y'all like this so far! This is the first time I've ever done something like this so feedback is appreciated:)

With Love,
Lifeisabook