This whole experience on the X-Factor had been crazy. From getting through the audition, to not making it through bootcamp, then being brought back in and put in a band with four other boys and you. It was surreal. We'd gone onto the judges houses, and now onto the live shows which is terrifying but exciting.

The six of us had a room in the X-Factor house. Three bunk beds piled into one room. It was a bit of a squeeze and extremely messy, but we made it work.

You're the only girl in the group, and well, I might have a little bit of a crush on you. We're the youngest of the six of us and we'd naturally gravitated towards one another from the beginning.

I make you tea in the morning before rehearsal. I give you my hoodie if you're cold. I steal glances at you when you're not looking. I give you a hug whenever you get a bit homesick or overwhelmed with it all.

Okay, maybe it's more than a little bit of a crush.

We'd just finished rehersal about an hour ago and the six of us had come back to the house to film a video diary. Liam, Zayn, Niall and Louis are playing FIFA on the Xbox and the two of us were sitting on your bunk. It's a bit of a tight fit, the two of us on the single bed, and I can smell your shampoo and perfume, but you'll never hear me complain.

We're scrolling through twitter, shocked at the support we were getting from people up and down the UK. Week after week we preform and week after week the general public vote for us to go through to the next week.

"You two look cosy," Louis teases, a knowing smirk on his face.

Prick, I'd told him about my little crush on you and he'd been teasing me about it ever since.

I can't help the blush that appears on my cheeks as I look anywhere but you.