I know and you know how wrong this all is. This was never supposed to happened. But of course my needs and feelings got into the way. Great… I take a deep breath as I knock on the door to your dressing room. When you open, our gazes meet in an intense eye contact. Yeah, we’re so fucked.

You being the only girl in a band with five guys has been… interesting. I mean, you’ve been through a lot; sexist comments in interviews, hate from fans and weird stalkers, just to mention some of it. When we first got put together in One direction, our management made it very clear that we’re not allowed to date each other, especially not you. Sounds easy right? Guess not..

As you’re also the youngest, we’ve all been very protective of you. Well anyway, after one of our shows we went out drinking as usual, and somehow, you and I ended up in the same bed. Together. Our bodies tangled, intertwined. We screwed up.

Ever since that one night it’s been… awkward between us. I’m just.. curious… if we potentially were to.. be more than just friends.. That’s why I’m here now. To sort things out. I look into those beautiful eyes of yours, my heartbeat starting to raise rapidly. “Can we talk?” I finally manage to get out. My voice almost breaks from the heaviness in my heart.