In 2020

07: 1D therapy

"So you did have another robe," Harry said to me with a blank expression. His perfectly sculpted arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at me. He tried to look intimidating, but it was absolutely impossible to take him seriously with his little bun that a few curls stuck out of and his tiny, pink, fluffy robe.

I had just walked back into the living room, where the boys still were, after changing into a robe myself. I felt very left out, so I wanted to join them.

"Yeah, I did," I replied back, fixing the collar and plopping back down on the couch.

"But, you said that you di–"

"Harold, don't you get it? She purposely wanted you in that robe," Louis said to a perplexed Harry, patting him on the back and going to sit on the couch as well.

"Why?" Harry asked, still not getting it.

"Because you look hot but also like a cute little frog that I just want to carry around in a purse or smoosh to death, I don't know. Now come sit," I answered, patting the spot on the couch next to me.

We were all sat on the couch now, dressed in our fluffy robes, smushed close to one another. Of course, I chose to sit in the middle. It went Zayn, Liam, Niall, me, Harry, and then Louis.

It was quiet for a few moments, except for my low chuckles that escaped my mouth as I smiled creepily to myself. I just couldn't fathom ever being in the position I was currently. The boys looked around, occasionally glancing at each other, and then landing on me, giving me that look full of concern.

"Are we sure she doesn't need a doctor?" Harry asked once again, putting his hand up for feel my forehead. The action only made my smile bigger and me laugh more.

"Harry, stop! You're making it worse," Liam scolded, leaning over Niall to smack his hand away from my face.

The boys just continued to watch me for a few more minutes, until I finally stopped. They all breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Bloody hell, what was that?" Louis asked.

"Oh, that Lou is what happens when I experience something that is too great or surreal for my brain to comprehend. It happened at every concert of y'alls I ever went to or when Harry's Gucci pictures came out" I informed, completely back to my old, normal self. They all nodded slowly in understanding.

"So, are you going to tell us why we're all squished on this couch together?" Zayn spoke up from his end of the couch.

"I'm so glad you asked that, Zayn. Welcome to step four out of my six step plan, a little something I like to call 1D Therapy," I said proudly. Truth is, I've been waiting to get to this step all day, mainly because I was super proud of the name. It came to me while taping the picture of a beach on the toilet for Liam. Not exactly sure why that triggered the thought, but I wasn't complaining.

I stood up from the couch, walking over to the DVD player on the shelf of the TV stand, and putting in the disc to This Is Us. Although, not just any version. More specifically the extended fan cut. I felt like this was a good way to slowly ease them back into One Direction. They can relax from our previous activities while reminiscing of old times.

"Ooh! Are we watching a film?" Harry asked excitedly. I gave him a nod, grabbing the remote, and going back to join them. "Please be The Notebook. Please be The Notebook," he prayed to himself, hands clasped together.

"Why would she play that if it's called 1D Therapy?" Louis sassily asked. "Obviously, she's going to play Grease or something," he said in a duh tone before turning to me with hopeful eyes. "Are you playing Grease?"