Despite being a loud Aries with a naturally extroverted personality, Wednesday Green had never craved the limelight. The world of fame and celebrity had just never appealed to her. Maybe it was because she was tomboyish growing up, always choosing football and spy films over makeup and Britney. Or maybe it was the headlines she saw splashed across magazines throughout her adolescent years, detailing the downfalls and weight gains and heartbreaks of every woman in the public eye. She'd never understood how people could be so entertained by another person's issues, let alone fathom the entire world knowing your private life.

Her nanna had always repeated the same quote to her that she still lived by to this day: "It costs nothing to mind your own business". She'd wondered through the years whether the world would be a slightly nicer place if everyone followed that same piece of advice. Somehow though, the public eye was exactly where she found herself these days. Not through choice exactly, but by association.

As she sat at the tall café table, watching the busy London traffic through the window whilst sipping her iced coffee and playing with her nose ring, she eyed the passers-by, hoping to recognise the woman she was meeting. Georgie Whitman, a journalist for the small but increasingly popular Indy magazine Euphoria, had contacted her a few weeks prior asking if she'd like to be their cover star for the September Issue and after going back and forth on the prospect for a week, she'd finally said yes. Sat there now, she thought the irony was almost funny; little miss 'I have no interest in the spotlight', sat waiting to be interviewed for her first ever magazine cover.

After a few minutes, a petite blonde woman only a few years older than Wednesday stepped into the café and greeted her with a warm smile, mentioning something about the humid summer temperature. As she got seated and pulled out her notepad and pen, as well as a small recorder, Wednesday shifted in her seat uncomfortably at the realisation that she was actually the one being interviewed this time, not the people around her.

"Are you happy with me recording the interview? For accuracy reasons."

Wednesday forced a small smile, nodding her approval.

"So Wednesday, first of all, how are you?"

"I'm good" she blustered, momentarily forgetting it was an interview and that she had to speak. "Busy at the minute with work, but it's a good, enjoyable kind of busy."

"Well, I suppose your work isn't your typical 9-5 job is it?"

"No" Wednesday laughed awkwardly. "No, it's definitely not."

Georgie smiled, looking down to her notepad as she wrote.

"So, what does your typical day look like as Harry Styles' drummer?"

Wednesday bit her lip, thinking over the question and trying to find the answer that sounded the most professional.

"Well at the moment, we've been recording the new album and finishing up the last instrumentals on that, so lots of long days in the studio. In a few months or so though, we'll be starting to travel again for performances and then after that, tour rehearsals and then tour. So, pretty hectic."

"I can imagine."

Georgie scribbled down again before checking back on her notes.

"And before becoming Harry's drummer, you were One Direction's drummer, isn't that right?"

Wednesday nodded as she took a sip of her coffee.

"Yeah. I joined them in late 2012 when they were hiring a new drummer and out of pure luck, managed to stay with them until their break. After that, I continued working for Harry."

"It was Harry himself who recommended you for the One Direction drummer role, wasn't it?"

"Yeah. A definite perk of growing up with him" Wednesday laughed.

"Tell me about your friendship with Harry. How did it all start?"

Where did she begin? Moreover, how could she summarise 15 years of friendship in a way that didn't take hours.

She knew the fans already knew the gist of how they'd become best friends. How when she was 10 years old, her father had secured a new job in Manchester and so their little family had moved from Yorkshire to a new house in a small town nearby called Holmes Chapel. How on the first day at her new school, whilst eating lunch alone at her table, a goofy, curly haired boy approached her to ask if he could sit with her. How, after a few days, they realised they shared a passion for music, rubbish jokes and food and quickly became inseparable. It was a tale as old as time in Harry's fanbase.

By the time they'd reached their teens they were practically inseparable. At school they would spend lunchtimes together, sat on the grassy hills of the school field with their other friends, playing stupid games between themselves and occasionally kicking a football around. After school and on weekends they could be found in either of their bedrooms, relaxing and singing along to their current favourite song. Their friendship also led to their parents becoming close friends, with their mums eventually constantly popping in at each other's houses for a quick brew. At 13, a few years after getting her first drum kit for Christmas, Wednesday was impressively good at drumming and they would often jam together in her garage, where Harry would attempt to play her dad's old electric guitar miserably.

Out of the two of them though, Harry had always had the voice. His natural charm and alluring personality paired with his smooth baritone vocals meant he'd always been labelled a star in the making by the people who knew him. Though, she guessed no-one really knew just how true that assumption would later become. Not even herself. Sitting in Harry's room, watching him hit high notes with such ease had always fascinated her; she'd wondered just how far his voice could take him. A few years later, she didn't need to wonder—it had become a reality.

Wednesday hadn't been allowed to go with Harry for his live audition on the X-Factor; though she'd begged her mum for permission to go along, she'd had to settle with waiting to watch it live instead. She got the news that he'd made it through to the bootcamp stage first-hand though; Harry had excitedly called her on the same day to let her know he was through and though she'd never admitted it, she'd shed a few tears of pride afterwards.

It wasn't long after that that the inevitable had happened on the 23rd July; One Direction was formed and her best friend was on his way to the judge's houses, albeit now as part of a group. She'd remembered the first time she'd met the other boys when they'd stayed at his stepdad's house, only a few streets away from her own. Vividly, she could remember developing an instant crush on the boy with dark raven hair as Harry had introduced her to them, before being fascinated by the little blond boy's thick Irish accent. They'd all quickly become friends.

The X-Factor live shows now seemed like such a blur to her. She could remember at the time balancing her new life at college with going to as many of the shows she could attend and always feeling bursts of pride seeing him on stage, performing to adoring crowds whilst building up an army of dedicated fans in love with his curly hair. That was nothing new to her though; even at school, he'd been someone all the girls seemed to be attracted to. Along with endless amounts of pride, she'd also felt the effects of Harry suddenly moving away; college was somewhat lonely, and she'd spent most of her time going home for lunch to avoid sitting alone, wishing he was there to talk to. It wasn't that Wednesday was bad at making new friends, she just didn't like all of the awkward in between parts that came with it.

After the X-Factor had finished and the band were given a record deal despite not winning the show (Wednesday was still convinced it was a fix 9 years later), the distance between them continued to grow as weeks of touring, studio recording and promotion turned into months, until nearly a whole year had passed of them not seeing each other in person. Facetimes and phonecalls were squeezed in at any opportunity, but it didn't match the feeling of physically being together.

By the September of 2012, their lives were on very different paths; One Direction, by now a globally known boyband, had released a number 1 album with another on the way, as well as winning a string of awards, whilst their love lives had also become front page news. Wednesday on the other hand had managed to come out of college with an admirable 4 A-Levels and was preparing to study English Literature at Leeds University. By this point, she'd gained some notoriety in their fanbase and the media as 'Harry's closest friend', despite their limited contact. The new rush of interest in her mundane life was overwhelming to say the least.

It wasn't until a week before her move out date however, that Wednesday was presented with another option for her future, far different from the one she had planned.

"Would you be interested in coming on board to work and tour with One Direction as a drummer?" Harry had asked her over the phone one night, almost casually. Meanwhile, she'd nearly choked on a piece of pasta.

After assuring her that he wasn't joking and wanted her to audition for the role, she'd gone quiet, her brain in a haze of confusion and disbelief.

"You're the most talented drummer I've ever known. If you said yes, I think you'd be sick and everyone else would see how talented you are too" Harry had quietly assured her, sensing the hesitance.

"Can I...can I have a few days to think it over please?"

"Of course. Auditions for the job are next week. If you want me to put you forward for it, let me know."

As the phone call ended, Wednesday had sat and stared at her bedroom wall, still baby pink from her early teens, trying to weigh up the pros and cons. If she'd said yes, everything she'd worked so hard for, for the past 2 years, had been for nothing. If she'd said no, she could have been passing up the opportunity of a lifetime.

Although she didn't like to blow her own trumpet, she knew she was a good drummer. Years of practice and perfecting her technique had meant that she now had a hefty amount of songs under her belt, with an impressive ability to learn almost any song in a couple of hours through listening alone. Most of her free time was spent sat at her drum kit, picking notoriously hard drumming songs to learn as she practiced over and over again.

After a day of wracking her brain for an answer and coming to the same conclusion, she called in the cavalry and asked for her parents' advice on the offer. Her mum had very thoughtfully, but less helpfully, told her to choose what she most wanted to do. Her dad on the other hand, took a more persuasive and direct approach.

"Listen Nessie, university is always there as an option. But opportunities like these...they don't come around very often. Ask yourself what you would regret more; taking the plunge and going for it with the possibility you might be rejected, or not going for it at all and always wondering 'what if'".

That had been all the clarity she'd needed.

A week later, she sat behind a drumkit in a small studio in front of a handful of One Direction's management team, as well as Harry, and performed her own freestyled drum solo. Later that night, she got the call that she was hired.

From that moment on, it was like she'd stepped out of her own world and into organised chaos.

She'd quickly adjusted to her new role and life on the road with the band, despite how demanding it was, and was surprised to see how fast the days seemed to pass. One day they would be performing in New York, the next, Rome. It was a blink and you'll miss it lifestyle. If there was anything about the role she'd underestimated, it was just how much fun she had performing every night—the feeling was electric. After her first show, she knew there was no chance of her going to university. She wanted to do this for the rest of her life.

When the decision had been made a few years later that the band would be going on an indefinite hiatus, Wednesday didn't fret. Though it was never actually spoken between them, it was a mutual assumption that she would follow Harry with whatever solo project he embarked upon. When, after a lengthy break from singing, he returned to the studio, she was one of the first people he'd called to help. Within a year, he'd released Harry Styles and started his first solo tour, with Wednesday alongside him. It was only right. The tour had been a massive success and it felt refreshing to participate in something that felt so personal; Harry's extravagance flowed through every show. It wasn't long after the tour ended that work on the second album started and Wednesday was once again pulled back into the studio, this time for a more hands on approach.

And this was where she now found herself in the current day; preparing for the next album and tour.

By this point, she'd grown to be admired by most of the fanbase as a key member of the One Direction team and also as one of Harry's closest friends; the fans took to her honest, fiery personality well and liked the playful dynamic between them both on and off stage. She knew she was lucky in that respect—it was a rarity for a lot of the fans to even acknowledge Harry's female friends, let alone like them. Over the years she'd spotted more and more signs about her specifically pop up in the crowds, usually ones that read ''I'm here for the drummer'. It didn't matter the content, they always made her smile. She'd even noticed a few stan accounts dedicated to her whilst scrolling twitter—that was something she still struggled to wrap her head around.

"I swear they're starting to like you better than they like me these days" Harry had said after a show one day, smirking. She'd rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness.

She decided to give Georgie the shortened version of their history and watched as she wrote, smiling at certain funny stories.

The interview finished after an hour; Wednesday had eased into it after a while and by the end of it, had actually enjoyed the process.

As Georgie packed up her items and bid her goodbyes, preparing to leave, she turned to Wednesday inquisitively.

"Just one last question out of curiosity—your name. Why did your parents call you Wednesday?"

She smiled at the familiar question.

"My mum loved the Addams family comics. When she found out she was pregnant with a girl, the only name she wanted was Wednesday. My dad tried to argue against it, but like always she won the fight."

Georgie smiled and nodded, saying one last goodbye before exiting out of the café.

Wednesday followed suit, catching a black cab from the street outside and sighing as she sat down into the worn leather, watching the people walking past as she let the breeze from the cracked window flow over her.

Within 15 minutes, she was back at her rented house. Pushing her long dark brown hair out of her face, she fumbled in her bag for the front door key, swearing under breath as she struggled to find it amongst all the crap at the bottom of the bag.

Finally finding the key, she unlocked the door and stepped into the hallway, chucking her bag down and kicking off her shoes, too tired to notice the white scuffed old skool vans placed by the door.

She'd only taken one step into the living room when the sight of someone sitting on her sofa staring back at her made her recoil in fear and yelp like a dog being stepped on.

"You fucking idiot" she grumbled as Harry laughed at her response, chucking a pillow at him as she sat down on the opposite sofa. "I see you're back from Mexico then."

"Obviously if I'm here" he replied smugly.

"I thought I told you to only use the spare key if there's an emergency."

"It is an emergency."

Wednesday cocked her brow, following his game. "Oh really, what's the emergency?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "I was bored."

She rolled her eyes. "Dickhead."

"Love you too" he replied, puckering his lips and shooting her a sarcastic kiss.

Wednesday knew that it would be long into the night before Harry left. Unlike her, he thrived on being around people and hated any prolonged periods of time where he had to be alone. Usually, the opposite was true for her. She cherished her privacy and space. Harry, however, was the exception. She knew that no matter how much time they spent around each other, she never got bored of him and he never got bored of her.

"So, fancy a takeaway tonight?" Harry asked, already scrolling through his food delivery app as Wednesday turned on the TV.

She smiled, secretly thankful for his company.

"Sure."