I think bringing you with me on tour hasn't been a very good idea. We've been friends for a long time, and since we haven't seen each other much lately, I asked you to come with us on tour.

At first everything was going great, until we start to see each other in a very different way than we do before. The thing started with a basic flirtation, until it started to be real... our kisses were supposed to be temporary but… well. And when it comes to us in bed… it's better not to mention it.

But obviously we don't want to formalize the relationship, it would be a real disaster. So we're basically enjoying each other as much as we can, because we know it's going to end eventually.

But today, you decided to put my nerves to the test, when you started talking to Zayn in a way that I didn't like at all. I know we're not together, but I don't want to see you with other people either, and even less with my bandmates, so I've decided to do an act of maturity and... make you jealous.

We are at a party, after finishing the show, in New York. There are so many people that I can hardly hear what we are saying to each other. Likewise, it's time to put my plan into action.

It's not hard for me to find a girl to dance with, whisper a few things in her ear, hold her hips, you know, all that stuff you like me to do to you. Looking towards you several times to check if you are seeing us, and indeed you are.