I sit here, awaiting orders from our manager and producers. I am in a dark room, covering which are photos and posters of our faces. Liam, Louis, Zayn, Niall and myself, Harry. The boys are all in this small room with me. There is 1D merchandise everywhere. I move my hand to scratch my neck and feel pain at my wrist. I cannot wait until I can take off this chain, it’s really hurting now but each of the guys are suffering the same way as I am. We have the same chain around each of our wrists. The same chain restraining us from being our own person.