Harry: You step out onto the balcony of the stadium; the hot Florida sun immediately bearing down. You pull your sunglasses down to cover your eyes as you lean over the concrete edge to see the line of fans wrapped around the venue. There was easily a hundred of them and the show wasn't for another five hours or so. You noticed a lot of them were fanning themselves and seeking shade wherever they could, not having planned for such hot temperatures. You walk back into the air conditioned stadium, making your way to find Sarah. Once in catering you begin to search, hoping Sarah would show up to help you. "Aren't you supposed to be in sound check?" An Aussie accent asks. You turn around to meet the gaze of the tall guitarist standing behind you, a plate full of food in his hands. "Not unless I've joined the group without my knowledge," you joke. "Sorry, you looked just like him when you were bending down there." "Not sure how to take that, so I'll just forget you said it." You had gotten that comment before. You dressed the same, and now with his long locks, Luke was right, it was hard to tell you two apart sometimes. "What are you looking for, dear?" Sarah asks, coming in from the kitchen. "Thank God," you praise, your lifesaver had finally shown up. "How many cups do you think we have?" You ask her, sticking to the plan you had drawn up in your head while you were out on the balcony. "There are a few cases of Styrofoam ones in the pantry," she answers. "Could you help me with something?" "Of course, love, what do you need?" "There are at least a hundred girls already outside for the show, and it's so hot out there. Do you think you could help me fill up a few coolers of water to take to them?" A smile spreads across her face at your kindheartedness. "I sure can, come on." She leads you back into the kitchen where her assistants were working on dinner for the boys (all nine), the band, and the crews. "This should be enough," she says, pulling down a full box of cups and sitting them on the bottom shelf of one of the serving carts. "If you'll get those down for me, dear, I will start filling them up with ice." You reach up and grab the first cooler off of the top of one of the refrigerators, your lanky legs making you better at this task than her. You grab the second one down and join Sarah at the ice machine. "This is really sweet of you," she comments once both coolers are full of ice water and you are steering the cart down the corridor on the way to the main doors. "It's just so hot out there. I'd hate for anyone to get sick and not be able to make it to the show." She smiles yet again. "I swear, sometimes it's scary how much alike you and Harry are. He would do the same thing in a heartbeat." "He's rubbed off on me I guess." "Oh rubbish, you've always been such a caring young woman." You can't help but smile at her compliment. It wasn't hard to have compassion for the fans. It just came more naturally to some, you and Harry included.

Liam: "That's a really cute shirt," you hear from behind you. You turn around to greet the smiling face. "Thank you!" You respond happily, as the girls in front of you do their best to control their giggles. You had questioned your choice of floral fluorescent pink this morning, but decided to put away your negative thoughts. You had loved the look of it on the rack a week ago, yet you were unsure how exactly you were going to pull it off. However, you could wear what you want; no one was stopping you, so you put it on this morning and headed off to go pick up Ruth. "You're style is always so great," the other girl comments and you smile. "Awe, thank you so much." "Yeah, I wish I could dress like you." You smile widely, happy to be around a few of Liam's fans that actually had nice things to say to you. You feel an arm brush up against you and you look over to see Ruth beside you, a few blouses draped over her arm, only a half-smile on her face. "See you around, okay?" You say to the girls in order to bring your attention back to Ruth. "Yeah, we'll definitely see you," they giggle and walk away. "Isn't every day the nice ones come out," you comment as you follow Liam's sister back through the store to the check-out. "I'm not sure they were being nice," she admits, lifting her new clothes up onto the counter once the two of you had reached it. "What do you mean?" They had complimented the shirt you had questioned yourself in; it was a confidence boost. "I don't think they actually liked the shirt. I saw them eyeing you before they approached you, they couldn't stop laughing and taking pictures." Oh. Well that's a buzz kill. "Sorry," she adds. "No, no. It's fine. I'm used to it." It's true, you were. You were used to being on the negative side of the attention. However, it was always a low blow when they pretended to be nice. It was like you weren't even worth them being real. "You know, Liam's the same way," she says, a warm smile forming on her face. You look over at her, you had never really compared yourself to him. "He's always seeing the good in people, even when they're blatantly being mean to him. It's like he can't see it, or doesn't want to." Her explanation made sense. You had never been one to think humans were inherently bad. You were always trying to keep a positive attitude even though you were constantly surrounded by the opposite. "It's cute though, how you two are alike in that way. Everyone loves to be around you because of it." You look at her unsure of how true her statement was. "Well the people that matter, at least." That was more like it. The two of you fall silent as Ruth pays for her new clothes and you turn to follow her out of the store. "It if makes you feel any better," she begins, looking over at you, "they couldn't even compete with you and your style; they looked like shit." You couldn't help but let out a loud laugh at her words as the two of you walk past the girls that had approached you. You smile at them, continuing your kindness as you exited the shop, knowing Liam would have acted in the same manner.

Niall: You sit in the empty hotel room looking down at the time on your phone to see what song he was singing. Something had made you sick, and so you were confined to the hotel. A stadium full of people with cameras was no place for you and your nausea. The show should be over soon though meaning Niall would return to the room; he had promised to be back as quickly as he could. You stay in bed for the rest of the hour, making less trips to the bathroom which hopefully meant whatever was causing this was getting out. You finally decide to change the channel on the television, HGTV hadn't been keeping your attention very well. As you scroll through your options you hear loud noises coming from the hallway, which meant only one thing. The door handle begins to move and Niall quietly walks in, unsure if you had fallen asleep or not. You smile at him as he emerges around the corner. "How are you feeling?" He asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed, in no rush to get the shower he usually craves once off stage. "Better. Still a little weak from all of the trips to the bathroom, but I think it's starting to go away." He nods, you could tell he had been worried about you ever since he left the room around lunch time. "How was the show?" You ask of his second night in Charlotte. "Oh!" He begins loudly in response, laughter coming next. He laughs to himself for a bit and confusion crosses your face. "What is the matter with you?" He waves his hands as he tries to calm down enough to speak. "A girl told us a really great joke tonight," he answers. Makes sense now, he can't talk because he's cracking himself up with this so called great joke, which means it's probably something only he found funny. "Well tell me," you insist, sitting further up in the bed. He begins to laugh again as the joke comes to mind. You can't help but laugh yourself, you loved when he cracked himself up. To be honest though, you were the same way with jokes you found too funny. "No, no, no," he says breathlessly, waving his arms yet again. He takes in a few deep breaths, doing his best to calm down. "Okay," he begins, once he had finally seemed to gather his composure. Nope. He lets out another loud laugh, tears now forming in the sides of his eyes. "For the love of God, babe," you respond, shaking your head, not being able to remove the smile on your own face. Sometimes watching him try to tell the joke was the funniest part. You let him get the laughter out of his system, which takes longer than it would for any normal human. "I'm ready now," he insists, but you aren't quite sure. "Are you ready?" He asks, and you nod. He lets out another chuckle but gathers himself before continuing. "Can you believe they got back together after all that crap?" He repeats, after telling himself at the show to remember what a great laugh you would get out of the fan's joke. You look at him confused. "Say, "Who?"," he urges, helping you along. "Who?" Where was this going? "My butt cheeks," he answers loudly as he lets out the laugh he had been keeping back for the last minute. You can't help but laugh loudly in response. What a stupid joke. However, you were a sucker for stupid jokes, the same as Niall.

Louis: "Have you seen (Y/N)?" Louis asks, leaning in through the doorway to catering, everyone at the tables shaking their heads. You hadn't made it there yet. He sighs, pushing himself back into the hallway to continue to search for you. He had been looking since soundcheck ended but had come up short. You weren't in the dressing room where he had last seen you, and you hadn't come out to into the stadium to watch him sing. "(Y/N)? Anyone?" He questions, as he walks past crew members getting the final touches ready for the show. No one seems to know where you are and he's getting frustrated. He continues to make his way through the back hallways of the stadium, poking his head in every door in hopes that you would be in one of them. No luck, though. He had made it full circle back to catering. "Still didn't find her?" Liam asks, as he sits at the table, a plate of food in front of him. "Well do you see her?" Louis counters, sarcastically looking behind him. "Did you check outside?" One of the crew members comments. Louis rolls his eyes. "Dammit." Everyone in the room chuckles lightly at his memory slip. Of course you were outside. "Liam, I'm taking your scooter," he announces from the hall, hopping on his bandmate's motorized toy. "NO!" He hears behind him but he's already too far away for it to matter. He speeds back through where he had just walked, wondering why he hadn't taken Liam's scooter in the first place. He makes it to the exit and leaves the scooter behind as he emerges into the hot sun that was shining down. Niall's loud laughter is the first thing he hears, of course you were out here with him. He was always outside doing something. "Hey, babe!" You greet happily over the fans that had begun to scream as he makes his appearance. "I've been looking for you," he remarks, his frustration in his tone. "Well you know I'm usually out here during soundcheck," you remind him. You were never one to stay inside, really, especially where there was nothing to do. All the good stuff was outside. Yes, you had to deal with the screams and pictures, but it was worth it to be able to enjoy the sunshine. You bring the ball Niall had just kicked into you with your chest, before resting your foot on top of it. "You want a go?" You ask Louis, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist an offer to kick the ball. He nods and you pass it to him, stepping back so that the now three of you made somewhat of a circle. This was probably the best part of being on tour with him. Yes, you loved the shows every night, but being able to get out and kick the ball around with him was really what you looked forward to the most. He loved it just as much as you did. After all football was his second job. You would remember these moments before you would ever remember the setlist.

Zayn: "Babe, that's sick," he says from the other side of the world via Facetime. You smile as you bring the screen away from the canvas you had been working on this last week and back to your face. "Thanks. I've spent all week in your art room," you reveal. He didn't usually let anyone in, you were the only exception. "It's amazing," he compliments again, a proud smile on his face. "Where are you going to hang it?" "I'm actually going to auction it off. That charity you all support, Rays of Sunshine, they called at the beginning of the week and asked if I would come up with something for their auction this weekend." You hadn't been sure exactly how they knew you were into art, maybe Zayn had said something in an interview at some point. You had of course told them you would make something, thankful they had given you a week to come up with it. You were just like Zayn in the fact that you could walk into the art room and just allow your mind to wander and come up with something you loved. This was different though, this was something special, something that was going to end up on someone else's wall besides Zayn's. "That's awesome, babe. It's going to make a ton for them. Will you take a picture of it when we hang up so I can show the rest of the lads?" "Of course," you answer with a smile, knowing he was really proud of your work if he wanted to show it off. You could hear the background noise get louder as the empty room Zayn had found to talk with you fills up quickly with guys from both bands. "What are you talking about?" The face too close to the camera asks and you can't help but chuckle at Liam's nosiness. "Show him your work," Zayn requests and Liam steps back to actually reveal his face at a normal distance. "Hi (Y/N)!" He greets as you pull the canvas from the floor again, holding it back so it could all fit in the screen. "That's amazing," Liam responds in awe. "Dude, she's better than you," he continues, joking with Zayn. "I wouldn't go that far," you respond honestly. Yes, you love creating art, but it's different with Zayn. When he goes into his art room he does more than create art, his mind wanders endlessly as his creativity is shown through his work. You would stick with being good enough to be able to walk through the door.