You were the sixth member of One Direction, and you loved it. The boys were like your family. You traveled around the world with the boys you loved. The fans, the music, the people. It was everything you wanted. Until it wasn’t. The spotlight started to get too much sometimes and you would find yourself reading more hate comments than anything else.

Interviews started to become unnerving and you found yourself breathing in extra hard before the camera started to roll. One time you just couldn’t do it so when it was time for a bathroom break you sat down with your head in your hands. Liam and Niall tried to talk to you but they couldn’t make you open up. Zayn sat next to you and put his hand on your back and spoke softly

“{{user}} listen to me, I’m right here okay? The boys and I are here. We got you.”