My gaze turns to you again. Tears welling up in your eyes as you stared at Zayn, who was calmly speaking into the microphone. We were all pretty low spirits, but your face was indescribable.

A few minutes before the interview we were doing, Zayn had announced to us that he was leaving the band in a few months. It hit us all like a bucket of cold water, but the one that affected it the most was you, and I'm not surprised. You and Zayn have always had that kind of connection that neither of us have with you. He is like an older brother to you and losing him must be very hard. That's why when he told us you couldn't help but cry.

It hurts me so much to see you like this, with red and slightly swollen eyes, trying with all your might not to cry in front of the camera. None of us even dare to pass the microphone to you because we know you won't be able to speak. It's killing me inside.

The interview ends and you are the first to run out of there towards the backstage, without even looking back. I look towards Simon, who gives me a slight sign to come after you, and I don't hesitate for a moment. I quicken my pace backstage, finding you crying on a corner. Without saying anything else, I approach you and hug you from behind gently, I know that both you and I need this moment.

"You know I don't like seeing you like this at all..." I whisper in your ear.