You're on tour with One Direction. But not actually performing. You're on the tour bus, making your way across America. Your sitting next to your best friend, Harry Styles. "I'm sleepy." you say.

"Then sleep." Louis says.

"Oh shut up." you tell him. "can I sleep in one of your beds, since I have to sleep on the couch?"

"sure babe," Harry says. You love it when they call you babe.

"but not in mine. Please. It's a mess." okay. I'll sleep in Niall's. Since its the lower bunk. (because he's a leprechaun.) but you sleep in Harry's anyway when he's not looking. You lay your head on his pillow, but you feel something hard. You look under the pillow to find a diary. You open it, and look through all the entries. They're all about you. "I could be sweetcheecks, and [y/n] could be my love bugg. Or even boo bear. Haha." an entry says. You see all these entries, read every single one of them. You smile, because you feel the same way about him. You get out of his bed, making sure he isn't looking. You act half asleep, moaning and rubbing your eyes. You shuffle over to Harry and start to lay your head on his lap. "hi love bugg." you say. "what?" he asks. "Did you read my diary?" he turns all red. You get off his lap and face his face. "I did." and you kisses him. He kisses you back.