6th member of 1D: The Wanted
Harry:
"Alrighty and we are back with One Direction!" Alan exclaimed, bringing back the show from a commercial break. The chatter between you and your not-so-secret boyfriend, Harry, ceased as you turned your attention back to the host. "Let's get right to it, the Wanted. There's no denying you have some differences between the two of you," Alan said, knowing it would get a rise out of some of the boys. You, personally, had no problems with the rival band, but the other lads did. You were well aware of the various Twitter fights and jabs that came from both sides, but, once again, you stayed out of it. "They think they're better than us," Zayn huffed, growing angry even thinking about them. "That Twitter crap was so stupid," Liam added. He was never really into dissing The Wanted, it was more Zayn and Louis who had the problem with them. "Well, they seem to take a liking towards you, (Y/N)," Alan stated, wiggling his eyebrows. Harry tightened his grip around your waist and pulled you closer. "Really? I have only spoke to them once or twice, but they were nice towards me, so I, personally, have no problem with them." You shrugged, while Zayn and Louis scoffed in the back, pretending to be offended by your statement. "Why do you say that they like (Y/N)?" Harry asked, slightly more irritated than before. Alan started rambling off various television interviews, magazine articles, and radio shows where the other band was asked about your band. "In each interview, they always said they never had a problem with the girl, I am safely assuming that that is you, (Y/N), and they have said that you are quite fit," Alan ended, glancing at Harry, who was clenching his jaw. "Oh they're just saying that to get us mad," Zayn said. "Wow, thanks man. I appreciate it," you sarcastically noted at your bandmate who, unintentionally, was saying you were not fit. "I mean, you are, it's just, come on (Y/N), you know what I mean...," Zayn stammered, not meaning to offend you in anyway by his previous comment. You laughed it off. You tried your best to ignore your jealous boyfriend, knowing that if you mentioned anything about him getting jealous, it would turn into something much more. Alan quickly changed the topic and switched the attention over to Niall. Once the interview was over, you all went to your respective dressing room, except for Harry who followed you into yours. "I don't like them," he huffed, plopping down on the couch on the opposite side of your room. "Don't worry about it, babe. I never did, do, or will like any of them, only you," you assured him. Harry smirked and motioned for you to come sit down next to him. "Promise?" he mumbled into your hair once you sat down. "Promise," you repeated back to him, placing a small kiss on his cheek.
Liam: "Hey Li! What's up?" you nonchalantly said to your boyfriend when he walked into the studio. Liam didn't say anything, he just tossed a magazine onto your lap and went into the booth to record. You sat upright when you saw that the page was opened to an article about The Wanted. "Oh lord," you mumbled under your breath, cautious about what you were about to read. You stole a quick glance at Liam and started reading the page-long article. You weren't even halfway through when they started talking about One Direction. "They are just not my cup of tea," some guy named, Siva, said. "The girl is hot, though," another guy, Max, quoted. So this is what Liam was mad about, some random boy saying he had a crush on you. "Whatcha reading, (Y/N)?" Niall sauntered over, plopping down next to you on the roomy couch. You silently gave him the magazine and charged into the recording booth where Liam was. "(Y/N), what are you doing? You can't go in there," Paul said, trying to hold you back. You paid no attention to him and kept going. "Really, Liam? You're mad because some Max guy from The Wanted said he has a crush on me? Are you that insecure?" you fumed. Liam looked like a deer in headlights. He quickly took off his headphones and walked over towards you. He tried to talk, but you shushed him, "Don't talk, I'm not finished yet. It's not like I can control what comes out of their mouths." You were furious now. Liam grabbed your arms, "(Y/N), I'm not mad. I actually thought it was funny. I didn't have a chance to explain because I had to record and, well, you never gave me the opportunity." You felt so guilty, "I am so sorry, Liam. I didn't know, you just came in here and looked all pissed off and I...I just, I'm sorry," you stuttered. "It's okay, love. I should have said something. I know you only love me," he responded, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. You heard Paul over the intercom of the booth interrupting your make-up, "Okay kids, back to work. Save the mushy-gushy for later."
