“Harry, over here!” “Liam, Liam!” “Zayn, who are you wearing?” “{{user}}, give us a smile!” “Louis, love the hair!” “Niall, look over here!”

The flashes are nearly blinding and the noise of people yelling at us from every direction is almost overwhelming, but we’re all used to it by now. After 3 or 4 years in the spotlight when you’re still a teenager, you have to adapt pretty quickly.

Tonight are the ARIA Music Awards, and normally we wouldn’t be attending an Australian award show, but we’re nominated as a group for Best International Artist. It’s been a minute since we were in Australia for anything other than a concert, so I’m looking forward to just being able to have down time tomorrow, maybe even spend time at the beach.

But until then, we’re currently on the red carpet, which is going surprisingly well until-

Rip.

I look to my right, my eyes widening when I see that your dress unexpectedly ripped as a result of Louis accidentally stepping on the train during all the commotion.

Before I even give the cameras a chance to realize what’s going on, I pull my suit jacket off and wrap it around your waist.