I stood backstage as a manager rang in the boys. We stood in a small group of five, waiting for the hosts to finish what they were saying. Apparently, they were going to finish their segments, cut to commercial, and then we were to get ready to be interviewed by a young reporter. My eyes wondered around the set as I waited, soon falling on the on the audience. I looked out at the couple hundred people, sitting in their seats, hanging on the words of the hosts. I then watched the couple hundred people standing outside with signs, homemade t-shirts, and other things that said One Direction, and the boys' names. I couldn't hear them scream, but I watched their faces go red as they did.
Am I that bad? I thought to myself, but I quickly shook it from my mind.
The set manager pushed me and the boys towards the sets, saying, "Go," forcefully. I noticed a lack of manners here.
We were escorted to our seats and patiently waited for the interviewer.
I leaned over to talk to the guys.
"Was the woman standing in the dressing room with you a bitch?" I asked bluntly. They all shook their heads and shrugged their shoulders.
"Mine was nice," Dakota said. Kyle, Dennis, and Connor agreed with him.
I couldn't help but narrow my eyes and cross my arms. The woman with the clipboard got to me. I was angry at the way I was treated, but then I remembered seeing Harry, and my happiness came back, fluttering in my chest.
Before I knew it, the lights were brightened and a young, pretty, woman was sitting across from me. Her legs were crossed and she sat up completely straight. Her, long, straight, honey blonde hair was draped over her left shoulder. She had a permanent smile spread across her sparkling pink lips. Her eyes were unnaturally blue, overshadowed by fake lashes.

"Hello, welcome back to Good Morning America. I'm Cassie Elwood, here with Michigan's favorite rock group, Long Live the Dead," she said, smiling brightly. We all smiled and waved to the five cameras in front of us. Cassie turned to us and began asking questions.
"How does it feel to win your first award?" she asked. The boys and I all looked at each other to see who would answer. As the front man (woman) of the group, it was my duty to speak.
"It still hasn't hit me yet that we won. It all seems a little unreal," I chuckled awkwardly.
"Yeah, it feels weird. I'm happy that we won, but it hasn't set in yet," Dennis said, taking over for me.
I glanced over at him and gave him a thankful smile.

Outside the signiture windows of the Good Morning America set, I could see hundreds of One Direction fans standing out in musty weather. They held homemade signs saying "Hi Harry!" and "Liam, Marry Me!". I could see the little girls standing in their One Direction t-shirts, screaming, and jumping around for a glimpse of the boys that weren't there. Their parents stood above them, holding umbrellas incase of rain. They rolled their eyes and hoped for a run away car to free them from their pre-teen prison.
A small shove from Dennis, who sat next to me, knocked me out of my daze. Cassie was starring at me with a puzzled stare, waiting for a reply from a question I didn't hear.

"What are you guys going to do next?" she asked again, seeing as I could hear her this time. The boys didn't answer because she was asking me directly.
"Um...well...I think we're going to head home and just relax for a while before starting anything new. We have a lot of material for a new album, but I think we miss home too much to just jump into more and more work at the moment," I answered.
"Whats waiting back at home?" Cassie asked looking at all of us with her dark blue eyes. We all answered one by one with charming smiles and cheerful voices. Talking of home made us all a little bit nostalgic.
"I miss my cats," Dakota said firstly, smiling and chuckling with a charismatic gleam in his eyes. Connor hesitantly spoke, being the quiet one. He answered, "my bed, books, and video games," and then returned to his solitude.
"My girlfriend, Nikki, I miss her so much," Kyle began. You could hear the collective "No one cares, Kyle," coming from me and the rest of the band as we rolled our eyes. Before he could say another word about his girlfriend, Dennis cut him off and said, "I don't really miss anything. My home is right here," as he wrapped one arm around my shoulders and pulled me into a playful hug. I could see the curiousity explode in Cassie's eyes.
"Dennis and I live together," I quickly added before anyone could get an idea, but I realized my comment couldn't help rumors, "he's my roommate, so being on the road with him kind of feels like being at home," I tried to fumble together something convincing before fan fiction writings could piece a story together.
"Sadie likes someone else anyway," Kyle said. I glanced over at him and caught a michievious smile appear on his face.
"Who?" Casse asked leaning over, very interested in this story.
"Well, I think Sadie has a thing for boy bands," he hinted with another smile, shooting me a look.
I could smell the blood from all of the piercing stares the other boys gave Kyle. If looks could kill, the set would've been a battlefield.
"We do have a clip of you hugging a certain boy band member, Sadie," Cassie said, interupting the war that was going on. Unfortunately for her, she may sparked a new war.
I thought back to the VMA's, when I leaped from my seat, and grabbed Harry like an energetic fan. That silly little hug.

"I was just really happy to win, so I sort of reached for the nearest person," I answered. I attempted to defend myself, but I could hear the screams from Harry Styles fans and typing of fan fiction writers.
"Don't you have a poster of him on your ceiling though?" Kyle asked with an mocking laugh.
My fake expression dropped into an unamused face. I narrowed my eyes at my drummer and attempted to light him on fire with my mind.
"I'm pretty sure I don't," I replied to him. Before any real blood could be shed, Cassie butted into our vocal war.
"So you're not seeing anyone?" she asked quickly, bringing the attention back to her and her interview. I shook my head. I ran out of words to say unless they were insults and curses to shout at Kyle.
For the rest of the interview, there was an awkward cloud of unease spread above our heads. Cassie attempted to bring the good vibes back, but all she recieved were false smiles.

The interview ended soon after that. The lights of the stage dimmed so that they could cut to commercial. One Direction was up next. They would be playing outside, in the mucky, cold, and cloudy weather. Roadies were setting up a tarp to put over the stage to protect the preformers and equipment.
I stormed off the set with Dennis, Dakota, and Connor following behind me. Kyle just walked behind us like he did nothing wrong. I held my tongue until we were walking through a crampt hallway together. Kyle tried to push past me on his way to the bus, but I ended up shoving him against a wall with my forearm pressed against his chest.

"How dare you!" I yelled. I was inches away from his face. My eyes were burning into his. All he did was smile and giggle at my furocious anger.
"Why are you so mad? Now everyone will think that you're dating whats-his-nuts and maybe he'll be interested in you," Kyle responded rolling his eyes.
"What makes you think I want that? I hate rumors! I don't want people to think that I'm coupled together with someone I barely know! Think of the pressure that puts the poor guy through. Maybe I don't care about my reputation all that much, but I care about his. I don't want him to hate me because my drummer is an idiot who likes to mess around with people!" I yelled.
My chest was heavily moving up and down as I attempted to catch my breath. I could feel my heart beating vibrantly. My veins burned with anger under my skin. Kyle and I starred at eachother with opposing emotions. I was giving off an intense feeling of anger while Kyle remained calm and careless. I could've punched him right there, but I was already making a scene. I was just waiting for someone to call security and try to pull us a part, but Kyle pushed me off of him before that could happen.
Without a word, he walked passed me, and disappeared down the hallway. Dennis and Connor went on after him, telling me to stay in the building and not to cause any trouble.
I was left alone with Dakota. We looked at eachother him silence. My arms were crossed against my chest, I bit my lip to hold back words, and I was still beating with rage. Dakota put his hand on the top of my head and then pulled me into a hug. Suddenly, the bolts of anger that shot through my tiny frame softened into a quiet breeze. Soon, it vanished entirely.
Dakota didn't have to spin words togethers to make me feel better. He just had to be there and I would feel better. His prescences alone could calm a raging giant. I'm not sure what it was, but he just had that ability. Maybe that's why I cherished him so much as friend.
Once he felt my breath slow into a regular rhythm, he let me go, and looked down at me with a smile.
"Let's go watch the show," he said kindly, guiding me back down the hallway. We walked towards the stage side exit, following the equipment-carrying roadies and buzzing stage managers.
Once outside, we found an isolated place by the side of the stage without being in the way of the workers. We had a nice view of where the boys would soon be preforming, but we were also standing by the audience. I could hear their screams like they were only inches away from us. I could only predict they would get louder at the concert inched closer.
I watched young girls in their "Mrs. Liam Payne," and "Mrs. Tomlinson" t-shirts. They held their marrige proposal signs up as high as their arms would allow. Their parents stood behind them unamused by everything that was going on. I caught a few of them with ear plugs in. As much as I like One Direction, I left bad for the parents. They were forced to endure something they hate just for their young children that would most likely forget everything that happened on that day.
As my gaze wondered from the crowd to the buildings of New York City, I felt a pair of arms warp around my waist. I expected it to be Dakota, trying to comfort me incase any anger stored itself within my body. I smiled to myself and turned around to give him a hug back, but the face that met mind wasn't Dakota's. His hazel-green eyes, brown curly hair, and that cheeky smile. I found my smile turn into a gasp. Harry just laughed at me and my reaction. He pulled away from, understanding personal space.
"Are you okay?" he asked. A bunch of technitions surrounded him, handing him a microphone and making sure his ear piece was in properly.
"Yeah, just some drama went down. I'll be fine," I replied, starring at the gray cement below my feet.
Harry placed his finger underneath my chin and lifted my head so that my eyes met his. I swear, the breath in my lungs was taken away because I couldn't feel any air in my body.
"Smile," he said kindly, "you look better when you smile,".
Instantly, a smile appeared on my gloomy face. My face flushed with a series of colors. My cheek blushes a crimson red, my blue eyes brightened like icy stars, and the rest of my face burned an embarassing pinkish tone. Harry met my smile and a more overpowering beautiful one. "There you go," he said as he rustled my red hair with his hand.
"Stop it," I giggled playfully, fixing my hair with my fingers.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Forgot how important hair is to all of the three people who are looking," he joked. As if it effected me, I took my fingers, ran them through his messy hair, and flipped his comb over to the opposite side. "Hey!" he instantly yelled, fixing his hair quickly.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Forgot how important hair is to all of the three people who are looking," I mocked with a British accent.
"I don't sound like that," Harry said, still fixing his hair.
"You do sound like that," I joked with him. I watched him fondle his hair for a few more seconds before saying, "You can stop, you look beautiful,"
He took his fingers out of his hair and smiled at me. I liked his smile. It was childish, but charming at the same time. I forgot all about my altercation with Kyle because I was so happy to be with Harry.

A stage manager walk up beside Harry and said, "Mr. Styles, go," as she pushed him towards the stage. The rest of the band walked passed him to take their places.
"Meet me after the show!" Harry shouted as he ran up the steps to the stage.
Dakota took Harry's place next to me to watch them play.
The hundred of fans screamed as One Direction came into their sights. My eyes were fixated on Harry. His smile dazzled the crowd of kids and teenagers.
Familiar music began to play. The boys brought their mics to their lips and began to sing, "You're insecure, don't know what for. You're turning heads when you walk through the door," and the crowd screamed and cheered. I even found myself yelling out the lyrics like I was part of the band. Dakota, like the parts in the audience, rolled his eyes and sighed.
I jumped around and purposely bumped into him, trying to get him into the concert mood. I was hoping my new good vibes would attach themselves onto him. Soon enough, by the third song, he was dancing a little bit as well. He didn't know the words, nor did he want to, but he enjoyed himself as much as I did.
By the end of their preformance, it was raining. The audience was dancing and jumping in a light drizzle of New York rain, but they didn't mind. They continued to smile and sing along with the boys until they parted ways.
The boys left the stage, passing me and Dakota. Niall saw me and smiled, becoming familiar with my face, but he continued to walk. Harry walked pass me too, but he told me that they had an interview to do and to me him after it. Before I could answer him, another stage manager was rushing him away from me.
I followed them back to the Good Morning set, to watch them from backstage. I felt like a fan with a VIP pass.
They had the same interviewer as I did, Cassie Elwood. She greeted the camera with the same smile and almost fake joy as last time.
"Hello, I'm Cassie Elwood here with non-other than One Direction themselves. Hi, boys," she said with a heavy tone of happiness sliding from her voice. The boys waved and said hi back to her. "How was the rain?" she asked.
"Not too bad," Liam replied, "I feel bad for the fans though. They were stuck in it,".
"Yeah, I hope they don't get sick," Harry added, looking out the giant window, and waving to their fans. I could see them swoon and faint over the sight of him.
"I think they're fine," Cassie said trying to move fowards, "So, you guys won another award?" she asked.
"Yeah!" Niall shouted excitedly. The others giggled at his childishness.
"How does it feel?" she asked them, laughing along.
"Great, of course. I feel like we've accomplished something pretty great," Zayne said nodding his head, as if he was approving his own words.
"It's always an amazing feeling, when you're holding an award in your hands. It's like, 'I've worked so hard for something. This is it. This is my blood, sweat, and tears all mustered into one heavy chunk of metal'," Louis added smiling.
They continued back and forth with other questions, but Dennis found his way next to me so my attention was moved to him.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I calmed down. Hows Kyle?" I replied. Dennis told me that he was calming himself down on the bus, venting to our poor Connor, who probably didn't know what to do. Human contact wasn't his thing.

Silence fell on us, so I moved my attention back to the boys and Cassie. Their interview was full of smiles and laughter. The boys enjoyed telling jokes, being sarcastic, and poking fun at Cassie. Then, of course, Cassie had to lay on the relationship questions.
"How are your love lives?" she asked abruptly, cutting off her laughter, and changing the tone to a more serious vibe. The boys all looked at eachother in confussion, not knowing where that came from. It was like lightning just struck right in front of them.
Is it bad to admit that I wanted to know? I wanted to hear Harry's answer, so I ingored the other boys.
"Mines, fairly vacant," Harry responded. Girls from the audience inside the stuido "ooooo'd" and "awe'd" hearing that.
"No one's in your sights?" Cassie asked me, resting her head on her hand.
"Maybe. I'm not sure yet," he said. A light of hope flickered in my heart. I could swear he looked right at me when he said that, but I wrote it off as me simply fangirling over him. I held my breath to calm myself down.
"What kind of girls do you look for?" she asked them all. They came up with different answers. Of course, I only focused on Harry like the little fan I am. He took a moment to pause and look into his mind for words.
"I look for someone who is..." he thought for another moment. I felt myself hanging on his every breath. A little girl inside of my mind wanted him to say my name, but I brushed that fantasy off as quick as I could, before it could muster into hope. "I look for someone who is kind, funny, gentle, warm-hearted, and smart. I need someone who can hold a conversation and understand my humor. Someone who doesn't take themselves too seriously and can laugh at themselves. They have to be comfortable enough with themself that they don't dwell on their faults, they laugh at them, and accept them," he said confidently. I almost smiled because I found that answer so beautiful. The way he spoke made it sound extremely genuine.
Cassie gave a disgruntled face, but then replaced it with a smile.
"I was looking more for a phsyical appearence, Harry," she chuckled.
"I think if they're a beautiful enough person on the inside, then their internal beauty will shine through. I don't look for specific things in a girl's face or body. If they have a genuinly, lovely personality then it they're attractive enough for me," he quickly replied.
I didn't expect that. I stepped back a bit and instantly evaluated my own personality. I didn't know if I was a beautiful person on the inside. I try to be a nice person and help other people. I wonder what that would be for me. Was I good enough?
I shook my head and turned away from the boys's faces. I had to get my mind back on track and remember who I was. Sadie Manson would never be seen with Harry Styles, holding hands on the streets on New York. Maybe we could be friends, but nothing more. Sadie Styles doesn't even sound like a nice name.

The interview rolled on for about half an hour. Cassie poked and pried at more topics until the lights dimmed and the show was over.
Harry sprang up from his seat as the rest of his band shook hands with Ms. Elwood. He began running towards me. I prepared myself for a collision of bodies, but instead, he stopped infront of me, took my hand, and said, "go on a date with me,".
My heart almost stopped.