Behind The Scenes

Chapter 1

Here is my second, fanfiction. The first one is on hold for now. BUT I will continue on with it later. AND it WILL be coming back with around 5-7 chapters! Check it out if you want.

But enough chitt-chat.

I present to youuu:

Behind The Scenes:

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*Harry's POV*

" So boys, tell us how you're doing." The Interviewer with black, slick hair ask. "We're doing great, actually. We have our second album coming out in a few months, so that's going to be exciting." Liam smiles to the man, then to the audience.

"That's fantastic! What will be expecting from the album, Zayn?" Mr. Reporter guy asks.

"Um , a bit of everything actually. we tried to put a bit more rock in it, but not much. We all put our music tastes in there. And we hope everyone likes it!" Zayn smiles, ending his sentence with a clap.

I ended up tuning out the voices around me , becoming bored of their 'Already beem announced fifty gazillion times chitt-chat.

Before I knew it, we were walking off stage and waving to the crowd goodbye.

I handed my microphone piece to the stage director, and walked between the boys

"Harry! You need to talk more." Zayn said angryly. " I would love to, but your big mouth always hogs all the questions!" I snap looking at him.

" Well, the only reason is because you won't even talk!" He screams.

We argued about it for a little while longer until we were separated by Paul. Everybody in this band pisses me off. I'm surprised I'm still here.

I walk slowly out to the parking lot, looking to see if anyone was around. I quickened my pace and quickly walk towards the bus. I open the door and walk up the steps.

"Harry!" Amy, My girlfriend, smiles as she wraps me in a warm hug. "Hey babe." I was so drained from arguing, I just wanted to fall asleep. "How was the interveiw?" Shes asks while pushing my curls back to see my full face

"Boring. Zayn and Liam took all the questions. And on top of that, they were talking about the album again." I sigh slowly and snake my arm around her small waist.

"I'm sorry baby. You'll get a chance to speak next time." She smiles and places a warm kiss on my lips.

I walk her over to the couch and allow myself to fall freely, taking her with me."I'm just getting tired of them you know? Im tired of the act. Im just tired in general."

She looks up at me "Harry, I know you want to quit, but you gotta hang in there. Why can't you guys just get along?"

I close my eyes and lean my head back. " I don't know. I want to, but I just can't. We're nothing alike. We argue a lot, never on the same page about anything."

We sat in silence, Thinking over what I had said. I let a small tear fall from my eye and onto the couch pillow.

I never let my emotions get to me, so I fought back every tear that wanted to fall. I want to be okay with them, I just can't ever think of a good excuse of why we didn't get along.

"I'm going to sleep." I say, shooting up from my spot instantly. My action causing Amy to fall back."Come with?" I ask. She nods her head and I grab her hand taking her with me to the bunk.

*Zayn's Pov*

I could tell, by the way we fought , we would never be able to be friends. I was currently drowning my throat in alcohol from the pub down the street. I think I have had plenty 3 bottles ago, but I just kept going.

Alcohol is not always a choice for me. It only always depends on the reason for drinking.

And this was not a good one. I sighed as I put the half full bottle down and slid the money onto the counter. I hopped off my chair and walked outside while pulling out a cigarette and lighter.

I light up the lighter and bring it to the tobacco roll and watched it catch on fire. Breathing in, I smiled as it instantly calmed me down. I took out my phone and dialed Paul to come get me because I was under the influence.

He sighed as he said that he would be here in five minutes. I decided to check twitter though there wasn't anything on there but hate and people asking for a follow.

By the time Paul had driven up to me, I was almost about to break down from all the hate. Literally, message after message was hate.

"Zayn? You alright?" He asks. "Hm. What? Oh yeah. I say confused but not really wanting to talk. I put out the cigarette and get into the car. " we're out on the road tomorrow. You have a lot to do too. When you wake up, you need to get ready quickly then we have to go to an early morning News Channel interview. Then at 1 we're going to the studio to work on the album. Then at 5 you go to vocal warm ups. Then at 7:30 you do the show. Then you go to the meet greet. You're pretty booked." He laughs half-heartly.

I sigh and my head on the window. "Could you boys try and not fight?" He asks with the hint of begging in his voice. " Try is a strong word. Meaning, we're going to do it when no one's around." I say telling the complete truth.

"Two years. Two years you boys have been together and everyday there has been nothing but fighting. No real laughs , no real memories. Your time is running out, Zayn. You need to make everything okay. Before your time really is up." He says.

And for the rest the ride, nobody said anything. I thought about what he had said. And he's right. I don't have much longer. I'm nearly halfway into my time here, and I actually want to make things end on a good note. But this is not going to be easy..

*Niall's POV*

I sat on the tour bus couch watching my third episode of Spongebob. I wasn't really wanting to watch it, but the remote was on the other side of the couch, and I was too lazy and comfortable to move and get it.

I watched spongebob draw a circle around him and Patrick to protect themselves from the sea bear. I chuckled at how dumb it was, but somehow, I still find it funny.

I jumped a little when Zayn walked in. He was tripping over himself a bit, but managed to get to the little sink and pour himself a glass of water.

I was the one in the group who didn't have much to say, or fight about, but I still didn't feel like I was fond of them.

I watched as he approached the seat next to me. He dropped him self on to the couch and grab the remote. He held it out to me.

What?

This is most definitely something that he wouldn't do. He would always have to be stingy with it and argue about how he wasn't in the mood.

I reached out for it and look at him unsure. "Thanks?" I said still looking at him.

"What?" He asked. "I uh. You. Nevermind." I said trying to forget what happened. "You know the Brunes are playing right now? I heard they were killin it."He said smiling.

Was he trying to conversate with me? And he was smiling? How drunk had he gotten? I looked around for cameras.

"Am I being Punk'd? I asked him.

"No. Im trying something new."

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SO THERE WE HAVE IT!

The first OFFICIAL chapter Of Behind The Scenes

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