HIS VOICE CRACKS ON STAGE....
Liam: "Fucking shit," he groans as soon as he's officially backstage. "I messed up. My voice cracked when I sang Georgia Rose." You quickly make your way over to him in your heels, shaking your head. "It's fine, Li, no one noticed," you assure, wrapping him in a tight hug. "It was one note," you continue, noticing his expression soften. "You're tired, you need to rest. Next time, you'll kill it." He offers a tiny smile, squeezes your hands and nods. "We won awards, though, that's something," he replies softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Thanks for comforting me and all."
Louis: "No wonder they never give me solos, I'm bloody awful," he shouts, plopping down onto the dressing room sofa. "Can't sing one note without my voice cracking or sounding like garbage!" You run over, setting down next to him, angry. "Seriously, Lou? You've got an amazing voice, how can you say that about yourself?" you cup his chin, forcing him to look into your eyes. "You made one mistake--so what? People make mistakes but damn it, you don't give yourself enough credit! You're talented and tired, you'l do great next time I promise." He lets out a quiet sigh and gives your hand a squeeze, his lips turning into a small grin. "Thanks," he breathes, wrapping you in a hug. "You always know just what to say."
Harry: "Harry, open the door!" you exclaim, knocking on the sleek dressing room wood. Silence. "Harry, damn it, I know you're upset that your voice cracked but beating yourself about it won't change a thing. I'm sure no one noticed and if they did, why's it a bother?" You hear the turn of a lock and frown. "Harry, please don't go on twitter and look up the...bad tweets, please don't put yourself through that. You need a break is all, you sounded amazing anyway," you mutter quietly when the door's finally open. He offers a sad smile and gathers you into his arms, burying his nose in your hair. "Thank you," he mumbles, almost so you can't hear. "You always know just what to say."
Zayn: "I practiced so much...I can't believe...that was live..." he mumbles, clutching his head in his hands. "Zayn, it's all right. It was only one note," you promise, placing a hand on his back. "But my voice cracked in that note it was awful," he says softly, resting his head on your shoulder. "It's all right, you just need some sleep and to just forget about it, babes," you continue, running your fingers idly through his hair. "You're right," he admits, pressing a cheek to your cheek. "it'll blow over...I hope..."
Niall: "Shit, shit, shit," he shouts angrily, nearly punching the wall. "My voice cracked! That last note...ugh!" You frown, carefully sitting beside him on the sofa backstage. "Niall, you lads just won four awards," you remind him, watching the smile return to his face. "One note is nothing, you'll get it next time," you promise, kissing his cheek. "You're right," he shakes his head in disbelief. "Four awards. Four! It was just a note, it'll be okay, yeah."
