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This one-shot is a request from @TudorPrincess12 with the prompt being about the claims written about Faye wanting to resign and the band talking about that with her. Hope you all like it :)

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Faye:

As I walk into the recording studio to meet with the band, I already see them looking at me suspicious. Wondering why they're focusing me like that, almost angrily, I greet them with a small smile before sitting down.

"Hello." our producer says before silence appears between us all again. 

Frowning at their slightly odd behaviour, I start talking. "So, what are our plans? Singing and dancing?"

"Yes." Lisa answers sharply. "How come you're asking?" 

"What? I'm asking because it's needed for our rehearsals. Like, you know, that's what we're doing as a band: rehearsing." I say confused. "Did I say anything rude?"

"No, not at all." our producer replies, pointing at a magazine. "Look."

I take a look at the magazine, reading what it writes. It's an article about our band or, in fact, about me. It says that I want to leave the band. "Wait, what? Do you actually think I want- do- do you think these journalists are saying the truth?" I ask, being absolutely confused and a little bit sad. They prefer to believe the journalists instead of me? 

"Well, weren't you angry when I was allowed to sing more than you? Remember our argument?" Claire snaps. "Maybe you want to make a own career as a singer. Or with someone else."

"No!" I exclaim. "No, I want to continue to make music with you all!"

After all it's not long since we won a Brit Award. We're enjoying not only our rehearsals but also our concerts. Especially our concerts. Why should I resign now?

I look at Lee, who wasn't saying anything yet. He usually is that member of the band who doesn't want to argue with us and tries to be nice and friendly. However, he isn't looking too pleased either. "If you really want to make a career of your own, then just tell us." he says quietly. 

I look at them all, absolutely furiously. "You know what?" I yell. "If you actually think I want to resign, then whatever! I know that I want to continue performing with you! But whatever!" 

Basically yelling at them, I take my stuff and walk out of the recording studio. My cheeks are blushing from being so angry and there are little tears rolling down my cheeks. I sit down on a bench, in front of the studio, before starting to cry.

I cry for a while, being absolutely angry with what they just accused me of. Resigning because of wanting to start an own career? If it would really be like that, I would tell them and not some random journalists so they could make articles about apparent band arguments. Besides, we're planning to release a song of our own each on our new album so why should I want to start my own career now? Why were they so rude?

These thoughts are interrupted when I hear someone walking towards me, sitting down. It's Lee. He looks at me with a small but friendly smile, although he seems sad upon seeing the tears. "Hello." he greets. 

"What? Do you want to say that our producer and you all decided that I shouldn't be part of the band anymore? Okay then!" I snap, feeling sorry for these words - but the others weren't nice either. 

"No. Listen, it's- well, we don't want to be so harsh to you. It's just that we're a band, and a great band at that, so reading in an article that you want to resign was weird."

"That's understandable but why not talking to me? Why did you simply snapped and accused me of wanting to resign straight away?"

"Because we were kinda angry. Maybe we thought that you're not happy with being part of the band or that you think that we're not nice to you." he explains and I can't help but smile slightly at how cute he is now. Almost shyly he's explaining this all. "We thought that we maybe were not nice towards you and that this why you want to make a career of your own. Though we in fact really were rude now. Sorry."

I sigh, shyly playing with my hair. "Well, yeah, you were rude but- but it's understandable - at least somehow. But really, if I would decide to resign then I would tell the band and not some journalists. Besides, I love the band. I really do and so do all of you too."

"Absolutely." Lee replies. "Come on, let's go back to the others. Talking. How about that?" 

He takes my hands but I hesitate. What if the others will actually just continue to yell - and what about our producer? Lee seems like noticing my expression as he starts to talk again.

"We would like to apologise. Come on now, please Faye." 

I bit my lip while walking next to him, walking into the recording studio shyly. The others, as well as our producer, are either looking at Lee - or they look just somewhere else. But then Claire starts to talk. "Faye, we're really sorry about what we said. We didn't want to be so harsh to you and neither did we wanted to accuse you of anything like resigning. We were just a bit angry and probably it was also because we argued a bit at our rehearsals previously. Sorry. We really are sorry for arguing with you." 

Being just as shy as me at the moment, she walks towards us to take me into her arms.

"It's- it's okay. Really, I'm not angry with you at all." I reply quietly. "But you need to know that I don't want to resign. The journalists probably thought that because they know that we were arguing and all that stuff. But I want to continue to make music with you all. I love you all!" 

"That's so cute." Lisa giggles. "Glad that you're not angry with us. Come here." she says, taking me into her arms too. Lee and H join, putting their arms around us while we laugh.

"Glad you resolved this little argument." our producer announces. "And now just focus on your new song and the album - as well as the concerts. If the journalists like to write about you disbanding, then whatever. They like to write stuff like that about bands."

"Guess so." Claire replies him, frowning. "So, you're not angry and we all get along with each other again?"

"Yes, of course." I reply, laughing. "Love you all."

"Love you too!" they reply, laughing as well, as we all take us into each others arms again.