False.

"Tell us who she is!"
"Harry! Who is she?" They screamed in my ears. I pressed her closer to me, clutching her tighter. She pulled her hood over her long blonde hair, turning her face into my shoulder.
We walked in with the paparazzi on our heels, meeting Sheyla- her best friend- Louis, Liam, and Niall. I keep forgetting Zayn left.
"Sarah!" Sheyla shrieked. She ran to me and I carefully let them hug. 'Sarah's' broken arm across her chest. As soon as Sheyla let her go, she clung to me again like cold spaghetti. I led her to the group hotel room- the one we were all sharing.
"We're almost there." I whispered into her ear.
"So I've heard," she shot back. Always the one joking, even in a serious situation.

Notes

not finished.... :)