Things had been weird this week with January, she still refused to give me any details about it, all I knew was Darren was on the streets again under a different name and that January had a restraining order against him anyway, everytime I mentioned him she stayed quiet and said nothing, she was so focused on winning right now, just talking to her about any guy was difficult. I think she mistrusted us all now, and all I wanted to know was why.
I went into the dancing studio, she was still practicing, in heels now, she span around with the male dancer, who tipped her back while she tried to keep up with the singing, her vocal coach was there too.
"Na na nan na na na!" January sang, amazingly keeping her breath, I watched as she did the full routine and ended with kissing the dancer on the cheek after singing the final bar.
They all began to clap, January included, I joined in and she smiled over at me, before walking over.
"I'm done for the day," she said breathlessly, "Want to do something."
I shook my head, "Sorry I can't they want us to do a video diary in the old X Factor house," I grinned and January returned it.
"Oh my God, that's amazing!" she chirped.
"I know," I smiled back, "you need a ride anywhere?" I asked her, she shook her head.
"Might head into town with Jamie, he should be finishing up soon anyway." she said, and walked out with a wave and a 'thanks everyone.'
I walked out of the studios and there they were, all the old directioners, they had been with us all through thick and thin, the boys and me had said before that they had reassembled so fast but now I realised, that maybe they'd never left. Maybe they still listened to Up All Night and watched the video diaries and thought about carrots and pussys and spoons and mirrors and Irishness. I had missed them, they say that you begin to hate fame and wish you could walk somewhere without being mobbed and maybe it was horrible being mobbed by papparrazi, but when it was the people who had given you everything, given you your dreams, singing your songs and loving you unconditionally. Directioners, I loved them, and I liked to think they loved me too.
I pulled up at the old X Factor house and the memories came flooding back, Louis stood outside to awkward to go in alone, I walked up to him, we hadn't talked properly in ages.
"Back to this old place again," I said.
"Yeah," he sighed, "wish I could go back."
"Back to when it was all about the music?" I clarified, he nodded.
"Before everything we ever did was analysed, when it was just us and the fans."
"Dame Carrots." I cussed and we both laughed.
"What about the rest of them then Matt, Katie, Cher...Mary." I said.
"SHE'S MINE!" Louis yelled suddenly and I jumped.
"Prick," I sniggered elbowing him in the ribs.
We both looked back at the house, and Louis looked to me.
"Are you ready?" he asked, I nodded, he inhaled deeply pushing down the handle and walking in, and there they were. The stairs.
Louis walked over to them quietly, and sat down, the house was cold, I walked over and sat down beside him.
"I missed you," he said, and I nodded in agreement.
"Me too."
"I missed Larry...as a bromance." he sighed, and ran a hand over his face.
The door opened and Liam, Zayn and Niall all came in and sat beside us on the stairs.
"No camera crew yet?" Liam asked, I shook my head.
We sat in silence for a moment until Liam began:
"I thought I saw a girl brought to life, She was warm, she came around, she was dignified, Showed me what it was to cry, You couldn't be that girl i adored, You don't seem to know or seem to care what your heart is for, But I don't know her anymore."
I joined in, "There's nothing left, I used to cry, My conversation has run dry, That's what's going on, Nothing's fine I'm torn."
Then Louis and Niall came in: "I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel, I'm cold and I am shamed, Lying naked on the floor. Ilusion never changed, into something real, I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. You're a little late, I'm already torn, I'm already torn."
Then I began again on my own: "There's nothing left, I used to cry, inspiration has run dry, that's what's going on, nothings fine I'm torn."
Then we all came together, "I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel, I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor, Illusion never changed, into something real, I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn, you're a little late, I'm already torn, I'm all ready torn. Torn, oh torn."
I wiped a tear from my eye as we all came to hug one another,
"My four brothers," I whispered.
"One Direction," Niall said.
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Fanfic"I knew what I was doing throughout all of this, I knew what I was getting into. They may blame us, persecute us and say it was all our own fault, but do not let them weaken what we built, you are what I have been living for. I’m not afraid anymore...
