Living with One Direction (Hariana)

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Louis

I heard a soft sniffle come from behind the bathroom door. In concern, I make my way closer to the door. A voice begins talking quietly. "They don't know the real you, Lou." A deep voice says. Louis clears his throat before speaking. "Have you even seen the things they're saying about me, Haz?" Hearing the tone of his voice shatters my heart. Louis begins listing of things that people are saying about him on Twitter. "Louis can't sing. He's so ugly. He doesn't deserve to be there. They're even talking about if I'm straight." He says desperately to Harry. Silence take over the room, as Harry tries to come up with the perfect thing to say. "Let them say that shit Lou. They'll never change. We know the real you. Your family knows the real you. That's all that matters." Harry says with confidence. Louis thanks him and I presume that they hug. I slowly make my way back to my room before they open the door.

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Zayn

Stretching my legs over Liam's lap, I join him, Harry, Niall and Louis in the living room. We search through Netflix to find a movie to watch for the night. The lock to the front door begins to move. Zayn then walks in, and then proceeds to slam the front door shut. Zayn then walks swiftly in his room at the end of the hallway. Liam and I share a quick look before heading his way. My hand reaches up to softly knock on the door before I speak. "Zayn love, can Liam and I come in?" We wait a few minutes before Liam decides to open the door without invitation.

We notice Zayn sitting in front of his window looking out at the dark London sky in front of him. "They called me a terrorist," he begins. "I was hanging out with my friends, and random people on the street called me a terrorist." Zayn and his religion have always been a touchy subject for him. Liam sits next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Zayn, you can't let them get to you. You just need to ignore them." I say towards him. The next few seconds happen in slow motion. Zayn swiftly gets up and walks in my direction. "I can't believe you. You've never been called a terrorist," he spits in my face. "You're seen as 'Ms. Perfect'. You don't understand." After he finishes, I decide to take a seat on his bed and let Liam talk.

Several minutes go by and Liam finally manages to calm Zayn down. Zayn then looks my way and starts to apologize. "Ariana, I'm sorry. You have to under-" I cut him off before he continues. "It's okay Zayn. I get it." I say. We gather in a group hug and make our way out to the rest of the boys to finish movie night.

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Liam

I change my sitting position on the hard metal chair in the recording studio. Although I am excited to sing more on this album than the first one, I can't help but be bored. We always record from oldest to youngest for some reason. I begin to pick at the cushion on the chair, creating a small hole. A loud groan drags me out of my thoughts. Looking into the booth, I see Liam pull the headphones off his head. "Sorry, Eric. I just can't hit that note today." He speaks to our second producer. The producer tells him to take a small break, while Niall records his section of the song. Liam walks out of the main door to the room, probably to find a quiet area. Four pairs of eyes make their way to me, causing me to give strange looks. "What...?" I ask aloud to the group. "You should go talk to him. You know he'll listen to you." Louis says to me. I sigh then proceed to chase down Liam.

I notice Liam leaning against the front door to the recording studio. Making my way to him, I tap on his shoulder, causing him to turn around. "Hey Ari," he says. "Did they send you out here?" I nod before speaking. "Yeah. But we both know I would've come anyway." He lets out an airy laugh. I then ask him about the situation that happened earlier. He rubs his face. "They've been saying I can't sing online. It really hurt Ari." I start to explain that if he couldn't sing, we wouldn't be here. He agrees, he continues. "I can handle them talking about my looks and so on. But this is my passion. The thing I want to do forever." I reach out to him, placing my hand over his. "Then do that Liam. Simple as that. I'll always be a fan." I say very cheesy-like. He wraps me in a quick hug. "Let's get back to recording, yeah?" He laughs. We then walk back to the recording room to spread more boring hours with the rest.