Liam:“I probably should’ve cut you off three drinks ago.” You said, patting Liam’s back. He just grinned at you, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek. “Nonsense! I am fine. Don’t know when they put in tilting floors though, that’s awesome.” You shook your head, glancing at Niall who was very interested in what looked like a very expensive vase. You scurried over to him, taking it from his hands. “Let’s not break stuff tonight, okay?” You said, patting his shoulder. “You should be drunker.” He mused as you rolled your eyes. “I think the three of you are drunk enough for all of us.” “___, I am not drunk. I promise. Pinky promise.” Harry said from beside you, sipping on his drink, holding a pinkie about three feet from where you actually stood. “Sure.” Some song starting bumping through the walls of the small private room that you had all been in all night. “Ohhhh. Tune!” Niall said, jumping up and heading out, no doubt for the dance floor. “Come dance!” Liam said, all the sudden by your side, nearly knocking Harry over. He frowned at your boyfriend, but Liam didn’t notice. “You know I can’t. If I go out there, they will take pictures of us.” You said, reminding him of the photographer that was here every night, putting pictures up on the clubs website. You two had gone through so much to keep you a secret at the moment. “ Don’t give a shit. I want to dance with my girlfriend, let’s go. Management can deal with me and it all tomorrow.” He said, waving you off. You glanced towards Harry, who always seemed to be the voice of reason when Liam couldn't, who shrugged. You shook your head, following Liam out to the blinding flashing lights.
Louis:“Liam, can you move your arm , jesus.” “Louis! Stop throwing shit at me I swear to god.” “Harry you need to switch seats with me, you’re too fucking tall I can’t be seen at all.” “Who’s taken me mic pack?” You blinked at Lou, who looked completely unfazed by the commotion that was happening in front of her. You had been around all the bboys, obviously. But never this sleep deprived and never under this amount of pressure. “Did Liam just throw a piece of fruit at Harry?” Lou asked tiredly, you nodded, noticing the bright red stain on Harry’s shirt. Louis eventually caught your eye and waved you over. You shook your head, wanting to stay hidden from where the audience for the interview couldn’t see you. Louis gutted out his lower lip, silently begging. You heaved a sigh, stalking over towards him. As soon as you came out of the shadows, a few gasps, and then the whispers that followed, came from the audience. You were getting used to your every move begin criticized around Louis, so you made sure you were beaming as you walked up to him. He patted his lap and you obliged, leaning against him. “Zayn, wake up.” You said softly to your friend, who was asleep on his hand, slumped in the chair. He swatted you off and you turned your attention back to Louis. “I can see why you don’t like press junkets too much.” Louis shrugged, “It’s nice having you here. These lot get boring to look at quickly.” He said, pecking your cheek. You left him when the camera mean said it was time to go on air. Part way through the interview, the interviewer brought up the moment she witnessed between you and Louis, which made you blush like mad, and Louis grin like a cheshire cat.
Zayn:You held your breath, tensing your body up and Zayn’s voice carried throughout the stadium, relaxing as he settled into the higher range. “You do that every night, it’s so cute.” Lou said from beside you. You laughed, adjusting your purse. “He will beat himself up for hours after the show if he doesn’t hit those. He knows the fans love it and expect it from him.” You explained, glancing back at the stage as Liam was talking, making the crowd scream loud enough to make your ears ring, going into the next song. “I think he has got it handled.” Lou laughed, you shrugged in agreement, focusing back on the stage, snorting as Harry nearly tripped over himself to start his chat. “Ahhhh so loud! How we doing? The lads and I are excited tonight because we’ve got some special people in the audience, always fun. No, love not you in the banana suit. It’s a One Direction Girlfriend party out there! Mine is stupid and is hiding somewhere, but Zayn’s is over there! Everyone say ‘Hi ___’” The audience followed his wishes, echoing a hello at you. You looked up at Zayn who was laughing at you as you blushed, waving. Zayn brought the mic up to his mouth “Hi baby!” He said quietly. You grinned, shaking your head as most fans cooed. You and Zayn had been together a while, but you were usually very private about everything. You weren’t like Louis and his girlfriend, who had been together since forever, and were always out and about. You two liked to keep to yourself. But you realized that might not be possible as you could see quite a few cameras from the audience, snapping pictures of you and Lou, no doubt going to be all over Twitter nearly instantly. But Zayn looking as giddy as a school boy on stage helped you worry less.
Niall:You felt a tap on your shoulder, so you turned around, wondering what is was. You heart nearly sank to the floor as you saw three teenage girls standing in front of you. They all began chattering before you could ask what the wanted. “Did we see Niall go in there?!” “Are you his girlfriend?! I bet you are!” “I love your coat!” You opened your mouth to answer, but your boyfriend had impeccable timing, stepping out of the dressing room, holding up pants that were clearly far too big, staring down as the legs dragged on the floor. “Babe, these do not fit, I know you love my body, but me arse is no where near this big.” He glanced up to see the three girls, who now looked as if they’d seen a ghost. Niall looked at you for a moment, grabbing your arm and dragging you back into the dressing room with him, shutting the door behind him. “Okay, I will go take pictures, and ask them if they have any of us together, to delete them yeah? And then we will get coffee or something cause I had fully convinced you no one would stop me today.” He said, tossing off the pants, and jumping around to wiggle back into his much skinner pair. “No you don’t have to do all that. Niall it’s fine, I promise. They were going to find out eventually. We are constantly together anyways.” You shrugged. Niall blinked at you for a moment. “You sure? We spent 4 months hiding, I don’t care if we have to wait longer so you’re comfortable.” Niall said, hands on your shoulders. You shook your head, shrugging. “Let them talk.” You quipped, pressing a kiss to his cheek and stepping out of the dressing room with him.
Harry:”Top left, just picked his nose.” Harry murmured, adjusting his hand on your waist. “I don’t know how you are seeing a damn thing, I am so blind right now.” At your words, Harry’s grip on you tightened, taking a step to the right as you leaned into him. “Well, take my word for it. Also I am fucking starving. This is the longest carpet ever.” Harry whined, all while still grinning for the cameras in front of the two of you. “Don’t be a baby. I told you to eat a granola bar before we left the house, because you always get hungry at these things, and you didn’t listen.” You quipped, tugging on his blazer, noticing it was off kilter. “Well excuse me, I was trying to help someone into their dress. Zipper had it out for me, I swear.” He replies, muttering to himself. “You smell nice, by the way.” He said, paying you a compliment after a few beats of silence. You turned towards him grinning as he smirked down at you, patting your backside. “Alright, solo photos. Count to fifteen and then we are ditching this and going to get McDonalds before this starts.” You nodded, pulling away from him, letting them get photos of him by himself, before the cameras turned their attention to you. You were seasoned in this. You can’t remember a time when you and Harry weren’t together, so the media and fans are now just used to your presence. It was still a little weird to have your fashion sense be on the news, but it was becoming more and more normal. You moved out of your pose of glancing over your shoulder, one that Lou had insisted always made you look amazing, smiling softly at Harry who seemed to be mesmerized by you. He grabbed your hand, the two of you heading off the carpet.
