2013 You and the boys have been best friends since you all first met in 2010. You're each other's home, you're family. They're the only people you really care about, and vice versa. You're just 6 stupid best friends who make amazing music and love each other more than anything.

You'd never had the best home life. Your parents had expected so much more of you than to drop out of high school at 18, go on the X Factor, and join a band. They'd never cared about you much, they only cared about you when you got good grades or talked about school/your future. You'd left their home, ran for the UK, and met your new home.

You'd all loved the fame at first. But it became stressful, and it was beginning to weigh a lot on you and the other band members. You made a stupid suggestion, one thing led to another, and here you were, laying comfortably in the bed of a truck in some random parking lot. The 6 of you had run away 6 months ago. It was fun - you still had so much money from the fame, sometimes got random jobs just for fun, but mostly just hung out and lived out of the truck, driving wherever, but mostly private places so people wouldn't look for you. You weren't missing - you'd made it clear to the world right before you'd ran away what was happening. You all loved this life so much.

Liam: "You know, I wanna go somewhere with a beach. It's been nothing but flat land for ages." He was sat on the opposite side of the truck bed, sipping a soda.