Age is Just a Number

Caroline is a 15-year-old girl who likes One Direction, but isn't in love with them like the rest of her friends. When one of her friends takes the four of them to meet One Direction backstage, Caroline meets five boys who will change her life forever.


16. A Serious Discussion

Harry's POV

      "Harry! Harry! You're phone's ringing!" Liam called, and I hopped off the couch to go answer it. I saw it was from Caroline and I got a warm, excited feeling inside.

      "Hey! What's up?" I said. I heard what sounded like a muffled sob come from Caroline's side of the call. "Caroline? Are you ok?" I asked, growing worried.

      "We need to have a serious discussion. Now."

      Whoa. I'd never heard her that serious before. It must be bad.

      "Sure, what's the matter? Are you alright?" I asked, my heart rate growing faster by the second.

      "Just look in a magazine. Or, better yet, google it. Yeah, google my name," Caroline cried. "I'm sure they've got it on the internet by now.

      "Who? What? I don't-"

      "LOOK IT UP."

      I got on the computer and typed in her name. I started reading, and saw that her friends had sent all those pictures to some well as an article...


      "You see it?"

      "Yes...and I'm so sorry. I didn't know they were that horrible. I thought they might have even a slight bit of class."

      "Well, clearly they don't. I think-I think we should break up."

      My heart dropped into my stomach when Caroline said that.

      "What? Why?" I yelled.

      "I can't handle this, Harry! People that I've never met and people that I used to be friendly with! They're all telling me I don't deserve you! They're sending me death threats!"

      "NO!" I yelled, causing the boys to run into the room. "We're not breaking up! We can make this work. I'll fix it! I'm a celebrity; everyone will listen to me."

      "How do you know that, Harry? How do you know they won't just believe those twerps?" she cried into the phone.

      "Who would you believe? Three average teenage girls or me?"

      The phone was silent for a moment.

      "I'll do my best to explain over Twitter, but I don't think it'll do any good," Caroline said softly.

      "I have an interview later today, and I bet they'll ask about it. Don't worry, I'll handle it, okay?"

      "I hope you can, Harry. I love you."

      With that we hung up. By this time the boys were leaning over my shoulder reading.

      "Why didn't you break up with her after that little scene?" Louis asked, his face red. I could practically see the steam coming off of them.

      "No, no, this is all wrong. That's what those girls want you to think. Really, they started yelling at us and telling Caroline she didn't deserve me," I said, and I explained the whole thing, leaving out the, um, more intimate parts, and the parts I wanted to have for just us.

      The lads all understood and promised to back me up. They really are the best friends I've ever had.

      Soon it was time to get ready for the interview. We went down to hair and makeup and wardrobe, and when we were done we were rushed off to the interview.



      An hour later, I was sitting in a chair at the interview. It'd been almost an hour, and the time was running out, but they still hadn't asked about Caroline. I thought maybe they wouldn't.

      No such luck.

      "So, Harry, this last question is for you." the interviewer said.

      "Shoot," I said, fearing the worst.

      "What's going on between you and Caroline Walsh? Is what the magazines have been saying true?"

      I took a deep breath and remembered what I wanted to say.

      "No. None of it is true. Well, she and I being together is true. I asked her to be my girlfriend yesterday, and she said yes, and we did send them those pictures, but not to torment them."

      "Really?" The interviewer sat back in her chair, an astonished look on her face. "What happende then?"

      "What really happened was Caroline was trying to spare her friends' feelings by not telling them we were going out because she was afraid it would ruin their friendship, but she accidentally sent them the time and place I was picking her up. So, they waited at her house at the said time and at first they didn't recognize me, so they went up behind us, but when I turned around they recognized me and started freaking out about how she didn't tell them.

      Caroline tried to explain, but they were convinced it was because she was keeping the lads to herself, so the two ran off crying, and the third told her she didn't deserve me and then tried flirting with me. Naturally, I told her to leave Caroline alone, so she slapped me. Really hard, too. Like, it knocked me backward. Caroline punched her in the face for slapping me and she ran off while Caroline ran inside, so we just spent the rest of the day at her house.

      They were all texting her nasty things, so I started texting them back, but they didn't believe it was me, and that's why we sent them those pictures. We had no idea they would be big enough twats to sell them to the paps," I said, making sure I explained it exactly as it happened.

      The audience and the interviewer sat silently. They looked both shocked and a little relieved. Just as they had promised, the boys were nodding their heads furiously and agreeing with me.

      "Wow," the interviewer finally said. "I didn't realize three people could stretch the truth so much."

      I was going to answer, but Louis jumped to the rescue instead. "They didn't stretch the truth. They lied. It's as simple as that."

      "Yeah," Niall said nodding, "and they can't mess with Harry without messing with the rest of us, so if any of you are watching, look out." He finished looking directly into a camera, a hurt and angry look on his face.   

     "Alright, well, that's all the time we have. Everyone give a big thanks to One Direction!" the interviewer said, standing an clapping. The audience erupted into cheers as we stood and shook the lady's hand and then waved to the audience as we walked off.

      Caroline immediately texted me.

Thks, Curly Fry. Ur the best!


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