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Ive gotten used to all of this now. Well... most if it. All the flashing lights, awards, interviews, social media things, having a crew follow you, the mobs, you know, the celebrity stuff. But the one thing that never really set in for me was the fans. And not the screaming ones outside the airport, our hotel room, literally anywhere we go. I'm talking about the power of the fans. How much they care about us, which is way more than management, how they can get anything trending on Twitter within seconds. The fan projects. Fucking christ the fan projects. They all come together to do this amazing thing for a concert that leaves us shocked. A great example was at the San Siro concert. Holy shit. Thats going to be one to remember that's for sure.

I'm sitting in my dressing room scrolling through twitter while the rest of the boys get ready for the interview. We have already dropped a single, Drag Me Down, from our new album. The album hasn't been released yet. I think there is one or two more singles we're going to drop before the album.

But this interview is for Drag Me Down. I'm pretty sure they are going to ask us other things though. I swear to god, if I get asked about what superpower I would have, my favorite color and foods or any of that shit one more time, I'm going to scream.

Or if I get asked about how my relationship with Eleanor is yet again for the millionth time, a wall will surly be broken and coming down. 

"Louis! Where are you? We gotta go!"

Ah, the familiar voice of Liam screaming at me to hurry my ass up. I let out a loud sigh and stood up. I apparently stood up too fast because as soon as I was up from my chair, I started seeing dots and ringing in my ear. I stumbled and catch myself with the table in front of me. Am I like dehydrated or something. Not enough food? Honestly don't know any more. This has been happening for a month or two already so I don't see the big deal.

"You okay Lou?" I hear the gentle, soothing voice fo Harry come from somewhere in the room. I'm still holding myself up with the table when I feel a rather large pair of hands snake around my waist. I just smile.

Harry and I are, you could say, an odd pair. For one, he's a giant. I look like a fucking Smurf next to him. And he's also publitized as the 'womanizer'. I don't get it. Because Modest gave him that title, he always gets asked who he's dating, how is his love life, who has he slept with recently. I could answer those questions myself. He's dating Louis Tomlinson. His love life is great with Louis Tomlinson. And he has recently slept with Louis Tomlinson.

 But oh my god, dare the womanizer be a homosexual. It's just oh so bad. I call bullshit!

But back to the womanizer thing. He hates it. He has come home almost in tears because of it. He tells me how he wants to tell the world the truth. I do too, but Modest and Simon fucking Cowell had to come along and mess everything up. They had to give him fake girlfriends and make it seem like him and I were mortal enemies. But how could I ever hate those long curls, dimples, huge smile, and beautiful green eyes? His eyes. One of my favorite things about my Haz. In just the right sunlight, they look like glistening emeralds.

"Louis?" Oh right, Harry. I place my hands over his and turn around. I look up into those big, beautiful eyes I was just thinking about. I smile and go on my tippy toes to give him a small kiss.

"Never better." I smile and look back up at him. His face still looks worried. The type of face he gives me when I'm sick and coughing up a storm and I say the good old I'm fine. Probably my most told lie. I'm fine.

His hands go to cup my face. He turns my head towards him and looks me straight in the eyes.

"Are you lying to me?" Harry always asks questions. Whether it's "Are you hungry?" or "You feeling okay?" or "How's it going?". But his favorite question to ask me is "How is my BooBear?". He asks me that every morning. Sun or rain. Wind or snow. That's his question.

"Haz, I'm alright. Just got a little lightheaded. That's all." I try to play it off with a smile. I really don't want him to get worked up before this interview. It seems like we are standing there for ages before I hear the screams of Liam Payne followed by the laughter of an Irish lad.

"Niall! Get your ass over here! You're gonna pay for that!"

And that breaks Harry. He lets out a couple of laughs before he kisses my forehead and drags me out the door. We're walking down the hallway, hand in hand, when we turned the corner to see a blonde haired lad running towards us with a very angry Liam behind him.

"There you two are! Save me before Liam rips my head off!" Niall breaks the connection of our hands and hides behind Harry.

"God Niall, what did you do this time?" Niall can't even answer me. He is laughing so much. But to be fair, when he is not laughing. You will always find Niall running away from someone, eating food, or playing the guitar. Nothing else. Maybe the occasional football game but nothing else.

"Niall! Come here you little-"

"Whoa whoa there Liam. Clam down. What did he do?" I physically have to use all my strength to keep Liam from pouncing on Niall. If this moment was a cartoon, Liam would look like one of those characters that has steam coming out of his ears and his face is as red as a tomato.

"Oh I'll tell you what he did. Niall-"

"Boys! There you are! Interview starts in 60 seconds! Hurry up and get over here now!" the booming voice of Paul stops Liam. We just looked at him with blank faces. He makes a swinging motion with his arm and we all run over.

Here we go with this shit again.

Song: Strong by One Direction