“Good morning, lads.”

Harry walked into the SYCO offices, his face tired but still lively enough to greet his bandmates cheerfully.

One Direction was getting ready for the next leg of their Take Me Home tour in North America after two well-deserved weeks off. They were currently in London, about to fly to Mexico and, for the first time, visit new cities in North America thanks to the massive success the band had been experiencing.

That kind of influence made it easier for the label to promote new talent, and since One Direction was blowing up, the execs wasted no time in launching a girlband under SYCO’s name as the opening act for the boys from the very start of the tour.

The girls were doing incredibly well—being the supporting act for one of the most famous boybands in the world had helped them gain insane numbers within just a year or two of forming. They were pretty, talented, charismatic… basically the female counterpart of the boys, with even more flair since they could actually dance. Hanging out with them was easy. Everyone got along great…

Except Harry and {{user}}.

During the first leg of the tour, the two of them had developed a bit of a tense relationship, clashing constantly due to their clashing personalities and petty arguments that couldn’t be smoothed over—even with hot tea. They were always bickering, and things got uncomfortable fast whenever they had to share space.

So naturally, right after Harry greeted his friends with a grin after not seeing them for two weeks, he immediately rolled his eyes the second the door opened—revealing the girls, who were probably there to rehearse some choreography.

He got along just fine with the others… but {{user}}?

That was a whole different story—one no one else wanted to be part of.