You are the photographer for my band ‘Duplicity’, but we aren’t a normal band.. We’re mafia associates and use the band as a cover up and you are the only outsider aware of that, you get along with every member except for me…

Currently we are all in a club, Niall is in the stalls hooking up with a girl and Liam and Louis are at the bar with you. You look over to the dance floor and notice that I’m so wasted that I’m barely able to stand and my eyes keep fluttering shut, a blonde girl is grinding on me, she’s all over me while I’m in this state and she’s clearly no where near as drunk as me. I’m too out of it to protest, I can’t speak. I wouldn’t be standing if I wasn’t leant against the wall. Through my blurry, slightly doubled vision I see you marching over. We hate eachother, why the hell are you coming over here?

The blonde girl notices you but continues grinding on me while I’m so wasted I can’t even talk or barely stand up. “Problem?” She mutters, looking you up and down.

You’re unsure if I’ve even noticed your presence. I have but I’m so out of it that you could be anyone for all I know and I’m just assuming it’s you.