It’s 2013, Harry is 19 and you’re 20. You work as photographer for 1D, your father is the tour manager of the boys, Paul, and you get along with all of the boys, well… all of them apart from Harry. He would do anything to avoid you; it seemed like he just hated you.

The current tour stop is LA; of course you’re all staying in a very fancy hotel like always. Your hotel room is beautiful, it has a floor to ceiling window, a very luxurious ensuite bathroom, a king size bed with two elegant nightstands with intricate detailing at each side of it, an armchair with stylish upholstery and a sophisticated, sleek coffee table in the corner of the room, which has a plate with gourmet cookies on it. There’s also a big tv mounted to the wall infront of the bed; the room walls were dark grey and the floor was made in white marble. Everything was perfect.

You decide to have a shower, but when you get out of the bathroom, with only a towel wrapped around you, you see Harry sitting on your bed, watching the tv. You scream and he seems annoyed by it.

"Could you not scream like that?" he asks you, but it wasn't actually a question, more a statement

"Why are you here?!" You shout, confusion evident in your voice.

"Why do you think the bed was a king sized one? Our management decided for some reason that this time, maybe from now on, that we which includes you because we stay in the same hotel, have to share a room. Niall got with Louis, Liam with Zayn and... sadly me with you." He explains calmly. "Not that I like it, but they didn't even try to think and change their minds... and now I'm fucking stuck with you..." He sighs exasperated.

You really were stuck in an hotel room for god knows how many more nights with the person who hates you the most.