The Six Members of One Direction

Everyone Has Haters

(I decided to do everyone's experience with hate and how the situation would be handled)
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I hear 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 takes 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 they hug. I slowly make my way back to my room before they open the door.
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Stretching my legs over Liams 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 to 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. "Y/N, 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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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, meaning I'm last. 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 sound producer. The producer tells him to take a small break, while Niall records his section of the song. Liam walks out 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 Y/N/N," he says, "did they boys send you out here?". I nod before speaking, "Yeah, but we both know I would've came 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 hurts Y/N/N.". I start to explain that if he couldn't sing we wouldn't be here. He agrees, but 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 spend more boring hours with the rest.
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Moving the computer mouse, I block another account from Niall twitter. "It's okay Ni, we won't let them hurt you anymore.", Harry tells a sobbing Niall. Zayn hands Niall a tissue, allowing him to wipe his nose. "It doesn't matter how many you block, they'll just create new accounts and continue.", Niall sadly says. My hand begins to cramp from continually doing the same motion. "And we will continue to block them Niall.", Louis says.

After about thirty minutes, Nialls timeline soon becomes hate free, or as much as we could get it. "Maybe they're right. I can't sing and I'm probably uglier than I think.", he speaks to the groups. Liam makes his way in front of Niall, squatting in front of him. "Niall James Horan, don't you dare say that ever again," Liam threatens, "you are not ugly, and you can sing just like the rest of us.". We all begin explaining how we wouldn't sound the same without him. Niall soon starts to feel better and decides to take a small break from social media.
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Harry slams a magazine down on the kitchen island, the same place where Liam, Niall, and myself are having lunch. Putting my sandwich down, I pick up the object thrown in front of me. I begin to read aloud, "Harry Styles, The Womanizer of 1D". Harry begins pacing back and forth in the kitchen. "Haz you can't let them infiltrate your thoughts like this. They're doing it for drama.", Liam speaks. "I wish it would be that easy Liam," Harry starts, "they say that stuff about every woman I'm seen with, including Y/N.".

All four of us begin reading the article written about Harry. Niall gasps, drawing our attention to him. "What's your plan this time Ni?", I ask the blonde. He laughs, "Well, why not make a public statement? Just say your single and not seeing anyone.". Harry, Liam and I exchange looks before Harry speaks. "Niall you lovely Irish genius.", Harry exclaims before earning laughs from the group. He then writes up a tweet and posts it in seconds. Getting a notification about the tweet I decide to read it aloud, "I am not seeing any women at the moment, and would appreciate if the media would respect my wishes.". That seemed to quiet them for a little, before the media became hungry again.
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Tonight we are preforming for a live charity event, nervously I stand behind stage with the boys. "Everything will be fine Y/N/N.", Zayn says to me. I let out a deep breath, "I don't know Zayn, these people are really important. And we haven't practiced this song too much." He rubs my shoulder before we are announced to come on stage. I take my place on stage as Harry greets everyone and thanks them for supporting the charity.

The music begins and we all start to sing, I can already hear my voice start to shake and not be at it's full potential. I open my mouth to begin my solo and nothing comes out but a small squeak. This causes all eyes to be on me. Liam picks up the solo and we continue the rest of the song. Rushing off stage, I make my way towards Paul and the van. "Y/N/N, are you okay?", Paul asks me. "Yeah, it was just nerves. It happens right?", I asking looking up to Paul. He nods before the rest of the boys arrive. We all ride in comfortable silence, reading what the media said about our live performance.

Thanking Paul, we all go inside the house. I slowly make my way from the group and head towards my room. My phone starts to blow up with notifications, letting curiosity get the best of me, I decide to read some of the tweets. Tears spring from my eyes while reading the things people are saying about me. 'Y/N doesn't belong in the band', 'Remind me why the boys like her?', I also notice that #removeY/N is trending. I shut off my phone and walk over to my second story window. Deciding to get fresh air, I open the window and sit comfortably on the roof.

I sit by myself for a few minutes before I hear someone clear their throat. Turning around I see Zayn standing at my window, I motion for him to sit by me. "How you doing Y/N?", he asks. Sighing and running my fingers through my hair, "Not great, have you seen the things they are saying? They want me out of the band.". He puts his arm around my shoulder bringing himself closer to me. Zayn begins to explain how even he sometimes messes up on his solos. He insures me that the boys love having me in the band. Turning towards him, I smile and thank him. He then slowly leans towards me and puts his lips softly on mine. "Zayn..", I start to stammer. He quickly stands up, "Y/N, I'm sorry, you and Liam have a thing, and I have Perrie. This didn't happen okay?", he asks towards me with large eyes. I nod as he makes his way back inside.
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