“For fuck sake” I groan as I spot the single bed in the middle of the otherwise fancy hotel suite. This has to be a joke. I glance back at you over my shoulder. No way in hell I’m gonna spend the night in the same hotel room as you with just one bed.

You and I met on X-factor where we got put together in a band; one direction. It has been an amazing journey really. And we all have become really close to each other, especially you and me. Only platonic. Well… that was until two months ago. Long story short; we got wasted and spent the night together. I regretted it so much and I called it a mistake, which apparently struck a nerve within you. We’ve basically been on non speaking terms ever since.

Being on tour forces us to interact at least on stage, but backstage we can’t even be within each others presence. So, when our management told us that there was some wrong with the booking for the hotel, and we had to share a room, and mind you just one bed, i immediately refused. But the hotel was fully booked and of course the lads thought this was funny as hell, and refused to switch rooms.

“I’ll take the bed” I mutter under my breath and walk further into the room. I know I’m supposed to be a gentleman and let you take my bed, but I’m too petty for that right now..