Another day, another nickel. I think how the saying goes. It's more like another day, another interview for me. Ever since the words slip out of my mouth about Hardy being fake, paparazzi have been chasing me around, alongside writers were too.
"Andy! Andy!" I start to run down the sidewalk not stopping. I glance back to see paparazzi chasing me still. I look forward again, being pulled into an ally. Before I could panic, she covers my mouth signaling me to be quiet. I nod.
"Where did she go?" The men stood in front of us not looking our way.
"Maybe she turned the last corner." Another man says, shrugging. They walk off.
I turn back to the stranger. She wore a plain white shirt, with a black cardigan and black pants. She was very thin, with long black hair flowing down her back, wore glasses and little make up. I could tell she had little sleep.
"Hi, I'm Jesy from 'Celeb Magazine'." She stuck her hand out to me as I shook her hand confused.
"Oh no." I murmur under my breath. I slowly start to back away.
"No! Please don't leave! I can't lose this job! I've already lost tons of stories in the past month." She begs. I stop, looking down at the papers in her hands.
"Why do you want me?" I ask.
"Well Hardy pretty much is the reason."
"Haven't you heard? Ask that idiot named Harry!" I shout.
"It's impossible to get the boy. After all, you can't say no after this." She takes a paper out of her pile holding it up to me. My jaw drops open in shock. Niall was telling the truth. I actually kissed him that day at the bar.
"Blackmail." I murmur, staring at the picture taking a step back.
"Yup, I was the one who took that picture. I've had it with me for a while. I'm the only one who knows about it besides from the two in this picture. This can ruin the boys and your reputation." She grins.
I bite my lip worriedly. I didn't want to ruin the boys fame, nor did I want to be known as a player. "What do you want from me?" I ask a bit frightened.
"I want to interview you about the truth of Hardy, how you met the boys, and why you stood with them for a while."
Would I rather tell what happened since the beginning, or should I let her use blackmail on me? "Well don't interview me here. It reeks." I plug my nose walking out of the ally.
"Then let's go to my place." She grabs her bag from the floor throwing it over her shoulder.
She leads me to her car as I got in. We soon take off down the road, driving up to a complex building. She parks underground getting out as I did the same. I follow her inside walking down a hall as she opened a door.
"Sit down." She orders. I do as I'm told waiting. She comes back with a tray of cups, a teapot and tea bags.
"Tea?" She offers, holding a cup up to me.
"I'm fine, but thanks." I shake my head.
"So let's get started." She takes her notepad and pen out.
"Let's start from the beginning, how did you meet the boys?"
"I won a radio contest back in October and then the next day they showed up to my house. The weird thing is....I never gave the radio station my address." I start to think back about it. Hm. That's strange.
"What did you do with them? I want the whole time in detail." She starts to write down what I last said.
"We hung out. Well, the first day with all of them. I also had a dislike feeling toward Liam that day. Anyways, the next day, Zayn came over and we painted, the third day, Louis came over and I played a prank on him. I still remember that day." I quietly chuckle. I stop myself getting serious again. No, I was going to forget about them.
"Continue." She says.
"The fourth day, Niall came over and we went out to grab Starbucks and we went back home to play music, the fifth...." I stop in the middle of my sentence taking a deep breath. I refuse to say the name of the boy that I no longer wanted to see or hear about.
"Harry I'm guessing?" She looks up from her notepad to me. I nod.
"He came and we went ice skating. The sixth day, Liam came over and it was probably the worst day. We fought the whole time, Niall came over, and I got sick that day. The last day they all came over to take care of me."
"Anything else?" She asks.
"No, that was it."
"So after four months, how did you meet up with them again?"
"Um. Well....Harry saw me in a shop and invited me over to his place, where I later met up with the other guys and their girlfriends."
"Well from that point, it's family business. After that, Niall had got me a gig to go to since I play the violin and many other instruments."
"So how did you end up on tour?"
"Simon was at that gig and offered me to go to another one, and after he offered me to go on tour with the boys, and had me sign a contract to where Hardy started."
"Really? That's interesting." She jots it down on her notepad.
"So Jesy...." I stare at her until I get her attention.
"Celeb Magazine, right?" She nods continuing to write.
"Hm, I read those magazines sometimes. They're....interesting." I think for a second.
"They sure are if you like the celebrities in there." She quickly glances up at me, then back to the notepad.
"I wonder how much BS you'll put about me. I can just imagine the front already. 'Andy Trevor liar, cheater, attention stealer.' Yup, front cover." I squint my eyes at her.
"BS?" She furrows her brows.
"Bullshit it up. Every magazine of Celeb is a lie. I know they're lies." I cross my arms.
"Who says it's a lie?"
"I do. I know for a fact the things that supposedly the boys said from and interview was true. I know the boys more than any interviewer." I stand to my feet.
"Yeah, that's not my work. My interviews have the truth. Those other magazines that you've read, other interviewers from the same company change it up to make the celebrity look bad. Like I said before, I've never met the boys. Plus I've only interviewed Little Mix and that magazine was the truth."
"How do I know you're not lying?"
"Believe me. I'm not here to ruin a celebrities reputation."
"Then why are you interviewing me? I'm not a celebrity."
"No, but you're really known by Directioners. Look to be honest, I'm a fan of you. I like your playing. If you ever plan on being famous, I say you should make an album. You'll make it."
"Really?" She nods.
"No, I'm not letting fame go to my head. I don't need the attention." I shake my head.
"Well it's up to you no one is forcing you to."
Be famous and make an album? Not bad of an idea. But could I really make it? Nah, I'm to lazy to make an album anyways.
"Well let's continue." I sit back down as she starts to ask me questions once again.
This is going to be a long afternoon.