In High Definition. [Larry Stylinson, Gryles & OFCs]

In High Definition.

It started with a camera, so I guess that it's fitting that it would end that way too. When it was found management gathered around newspapers, computers and magazines trying to make sense of it

all. Who was selling these photographs and videos? Anything and everything that could be kept on a digital camera, secrets poured out amongst the tabloids. The fall of the world's soon to be biggest boy band right before their very eyes.

The scent of smoke filled bars and beautiful girl's perfume was replaced by the repulsing smell of vomit and cleaning solution on the floor of special quarantined wings in hospital rooms. The sounds of cheering fans and endless camera flickers was now replaced by the sobs of mothers and endless beeping of machines keeping their loved ones alive, but just barely.

Looking back on it seems fitting that this is where everyone would end up perhaps we lived to fast, a few of us definitely died a little to young but we were beautiful. For those moments that seemed endless at the time we were beautiful and we had it all. We had fame and glory, we had the money and the looks, but most of all we had each other. I guess that can't be said anymore, people grow apart. Love dies. People die.

XXX

"You can't make me go in there." Anastasia screeched slamming her open palm on to the back drivers seat of the limo. "You can't do this to me. I just got back from my best friend's, my band mate's funeral!" She looked out the window at the men waiting to assist her into the old rotting building, Simon said no one would bother her hear. No more questions about the drugs, the crash, the deaths. None of it.

"Ana," Simon sipped his drink and looked down at his phone. "You don't need reminding what happened. You don't need me to tell you need this." His phone buzzed and he typed out a message on it as he continued to talk. "A week ago you were within an inch of your life with feeding tubes down your nose!"

"I don't need this! I don't want to go!" Anastasia continued to scream as Simon motioned for the men to retrieve the beautiful girl from the car. "I need to see Zayn! I need to know he's still alive." The girl attempted to grip at the handle of the limo but it was too late, the men were carrying her away and towards the large double doors leading into the institution.

The men marched her through the halls, this was it, a home away from home to the rich and famous that had fucked it all up. The walls were weeping under the pain and sickness they held.

How did they get here she wondered, it was barely six months before that they had gotten the call. She could hear Simon's voice now. "I know you all haven't had a break yet," he had said "But One Direction would really like it if you all would open up for them on their Take Me Home tour." Without a second thought they had all said yes, they were going to do it! They had finally made it. Some of them didn't even have passports at the time but this was it, they were finally going to break America.

"And you will be in this wing." One of the men dressed in white said presenting his hand as if the dirty hallway was the MGM Grand. If he said anything after that Anastasia didn't catch it, she became distracted by the lithe form that crossed her path through the hallway escorted by two of the same men.

Ana broke free of the grip the single man still had on her rushing down the hall she kicked her heels to the side and called out. "Harry!"

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Harry placed his newly purchased digital camera on the tripod propped up on the coffee table he sat in between the four girls with the rest of his band on the arms and back of the giant couch. "I bought it for the tour," he shared loudly wrapping his arms around the two girls closest to him. "I thought we should introduce out fans to our new opening act."