Indifferent.

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"Wake up baby" he said softly into my ear. If he said any softer I wouldn't have heard.
I responded by turning on my side and pulling the covers closer to my face.
"Babe you need to get going." He said a little louder, but gentleness still present in his voice. He proceeded to kiss my ear and once he pulled away he got up, and left the room.

I was living the life that nearly every girl dreams of. I was living in New York City, I had two great jobs working as a part time stylist and a part time journalist, I lived in a beautiful apartment with a million dollar view, and not to mention, I had a boyfriend named Louis Tomlinson.
But still, I wasn't happy. I loved my job, I loved my house, and I loved my boyfriend. But that's just it. My boyfriend didn't love me.

"I'm leaving without you if you aren't in here in-"
"Okay okay calm down I'm here." I smiled at my worked up boyfriend. He smiled back and lead me by the elbow towards to door and opened it for me. He walked out after me, after giving my bum a light smack.

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We showed up at the destination 5 minutes late as usual. We weren't as bad as Zayn though, who, without fail, would always come at least 10, sometimes 20, minutes after Louis and I did.
"There they are!" Laughed Niall as he kissed my cheek and gave a "bro hug" to louis. The hellos and welcomes and embraces flowed one after another, until we finally got to Harry Styles. Everyone ones favorite. Except mine. I can't stand that kid. I hate him. I hate everything about him. He's annoying, rude, a jackass, he's not funny, a jerk and just simply retarded. Louis however, does like him. Louis tries to make us get along. He tricks us into somehow going out to dinner with each other or shopping, meeting at practice, whatever, you name it, Louis tried it. But it never worked. Harry hates me just as much as I hate him.

Harry trudged his way in. He nodded his head towards louis who lifted his hand for a wave, but he looked right passed me. I rolled my eyes and walked over to get coffee. I didn't like coffee. But it was something to do, where I could get away from the little shit.

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"Hi Lou." I said quietly walking ini the dressing room.
"Oh hey Spade." She turned from what she was doing to smile at me. My name wasn't actually Spade, it was Paige, which sounds nothing like Spade, but it's amazing what you can't hear at a concert with loud music, screaming girls, and 5 dorks running around on stage. But after being written down as Spade, it stuck. Not because it was funny and cute, but because once you work under one direction, your opinion doesn't matter.