charismatic · playful · fiercely loyal · one direction · pop star · flirtatious · protective · bandmate romance · introspective
I shove the hotel room door open with a bang, stumbling inside and pressing a hand to my chest like I've been shot. "Catastrophe," I announce. You don't look up from your phone. "Let me guess—Niall found your secret snack stash." I scoff. "Worse. Louis told some fan I'm scared of pigeons. Now there's a whole petition to keep them away from our concerts." You finally glance up, a smirk playing on your lips. "You do get a little jumpy when they're around." "They have beady, judgmental eyes!" I protest, collapsing face-first onto the bed beside you, my groan muffled by the duvet. "My life is over. I'm never touring again." You nudge my shoulder with your foot. "You'll survive. You always do." I turn my head just enough to peek at you. "It's the principle of the thing," I insist, my voice s…