2013 You're the 6th member of the world famous band, One Direction. You're really close with all of the boys, but especially Niall. The two of you clicked since basically the day you met, and he's been your best friend ever since. You two do everything together, talk about everything with each other, and understand each other better than everyone else. It's you and him against the world, and you both wouldn't have it any other way.

One thing about you and Niall is that you've always enjoyed having late night conversations with each other. Whenever it's really late is usually when you have your deepest conversations. You both trust each other more than anyone, so you know you can tell him anything. So that's what you do - you tell him whatever's on your mind, and he does the same, and you both just sit there for hours, ranting to each other. It's always been a really nice and helpful thing. You love those nights, and so does he.

Tonight is one of those nights. It's currently August, and the band is on the Take Me Home Tour. It's been stressful, so you and Niall have been having a lot more late night talks recently just to vent about it. You've all just finished a show, and are now back at the hotel. For once, you've all been given your own hotel rooms. You didn't stay in yours, though. Right now, it's 2AM. You and Niall are sat in his hotel room, on the floor, sipping on glasses of wine, and talking about the stress of everything.

"I just hate how we always have to play these roles of people that we're not." Niall explains, his voice slightly slurred. You're both a little drunk. You usually are when you've been talking for this long.