Niall’s view:
“Niall it’s time to get up. You already missed the meeting and a short rehearsal. Zayn saved you breakfast but you have to eat it on the way to the press conference about One Thing. You have 20 minutes to get ready.” Liam whispered sweetly to me. I just wanted to sleep. “Oh and when you get up there is water and two Advil on your table.” The door shut and I was up. I slumped out of bed and took the pills ready for the headache to stop pounding. I changed into unwrinkled clothes and then went into our shared bathroom. I didn’t have to shower really so I just washed my face and ruffed up my hair in a nicer way then called it ‘good enough’. I opened up the room door to see Louis coming out of Harry's room. He most likely gave Harry the same run down Liam gave me.
“Glad you're up. We needed you today at rehearsals pretty bad but we managed to get by. Harry is dead. He won’t be up anytime soon.” Louis said extremely loud. I had to cover my ears. “Sorry I forgot you're just as bad.” He whispered.
“When are we leaving for the press conference??” I asked watching him move all peppy.
“Here soon. You should follow Liam around so he can take care of you.” Louis half joked half didn’t.
“Where is –”
“He’s in here.” Louis walked into his room with Zayn, who was throwing clothes around and Liam who was picking them up. “Look who is up!” Louis announced my arrival. They stopped to look at me then Zayn went back to his frantic state.
“Niall and I will be in the car. Hurry up and if you need to drag Harry, Louis.” Liam dropped a pile of clothes on Zayn’s bed and Zayn started throwing them again.
“Got it.” Louis said starting to pick up Zayn’s mess. Liam walked me out to the elevator lift. He was silent and I was too. Breaking the silence was going to be hard but –
“I'm sorry.” We said simultaneously. We chuckled and then waited for a minute.
“Liam, I'm sorry I just wanted to have a fun night and since all of you left and Harry was there I decided to just lose it.” I apologized.
“Look you are a teenager that gets to make adult decisions and I shouldn’t have been so hard on you. I just don’t want this to be over that dancer.” He said eyeing me a little harder than expected.
“I just wanted to congratulate her. Besides I'm sure she would pick any one of you guys over me.” That sounded desperate so I laughed to make it seem like a bad joke.
“C’mon Nialler I'm sure she could fall for you.” He ruffled my hair which didn’t change the appearance I had.
“With Zayn competing for her its hands down he’ll get her.” I joked again even though knowing somewhat how true it was.
“Let’s just focus on our new show before we decide to get caught up, ok??” He was looking out for me and I did have a lot to prove and getting attached right now won’t help.
“Yeah.” I smiled at him. We walked pass paparazzi and into the car that was waiting for the other three boys.
“So whilst this competition is going on we need to promise to not get too competitive.” Liam nudged me. I laid my head on his shoulder and he cuddled me into him.
“Promise.” I smiled to myself. No one is going to want to be on my team anyway so it’s not like I'm actually going to have to coach. Soon emerging from the crowd was Louis holding Harry and Zayn following behind. Once they were in the car we took off to the conference. Some paps tried to run after us but none of them kept up long enough to know where we were going. The drive there was quiet because I was on Liam and Harry slept on Louis. Zayn didn’t know what to do so he kept on his phone most likely fighting with Perrie. Simon greeted us outside and walked us straight into a room to wait for everyone that was going to take part and sponsor this show. I was nervous to meet people in the state I was in but if you can get a hangover past Simon then you could get it past anyone. Harry didn’t pass.
“What the hell is wrong with him??” Simon was mad and people walking pass the glass window could hear it.
“He drank last night after the VMA’s.” Liam spoke. Harry lay on the table and kept his head down.
“Well that’s just great! I told you boys nothing, no girls, no drinks, nothing!” He fumed.
“We told him to stop but he wouldn’t slowdown, Simon he should just sit out.” Zayn said.
“What about the rest of you?? Are you ok to continue because someone is going to have to explain to him what the contracts means and what he is signing to.” Simon rubbed his forehead, something he did when he was frustrated beyond comprehension.
“I'll do it.” Liam said raising his hand.
“Thank you Liam. Afterwards I need a word with all of you separately.”
“Are we in trouble??” I asked suddenly nervous.
“No, it’s just to check in with all of you, most of you.” He looked at Harry who still looked pathetic on the table. Simon opened the door and in came the nicely dressed associates.
“Hello boys. We are very excited to get these contracts signed. We have to go through everything first.” One said.
“We will start with the show details.” Another said.
“Talent, everyone is looking for talent. Singing shows, dancing shows,” I thought of her, “and any show that puts out someone else’s talent.” They continued.
“’One Thing’ is going to be a competition. You pick who you want on your team and if anyone wants the same person then it’s up to the talent to pick their per say coach. We want to keep it strictly singing unless you have other opinions about that. Other than that we want to open the show in the next month.”
“How are we going to pick the talent?? If we open it up generally every single directioner is going to come just to meet us.” Liam was thinking about this logically as where I was hoping that dancer can sing too.
“We are going to have auditions for the next month where other judges decide if they get to come and preform for One Direction.” One said looking through papers.
“I'm ready to sign.” Louis said holding a pen.
“Is there money??” Harry lifted his head and we all kind of froze.
“Mr. Styles there will be a small pay. We thought with production costs the payment to One Direction would be paid 50,000 dollars for every show.”
“How many episodes are there going to be??” Louis cocked a brow.
“We are aiming for 28 shows for the first season. All the shows filming works around your extra events.”
“Second season??” Simon asked looking over papers in folders.
“If the views are over a certain amount its optional. Most shows like this carry out at least four or five seasons. Being the popularity of One Direction it’s going to be hard to obtain three.”
“We want to see how this season goes and then stick our foot in the door for a second season. Nothing is set in stone until we meet in this very room again and sign some more papers.” The only girl informed us.
“Simon, I'm ready.” Louis smiled.
“If you want to be a judge on your own TV show grab a contract and sign.” Simon said with a grin. Louis signed his, Zayn signed his, Liam read more, Harry looked confused, and I waited. What I was waiting for I don’t know but I wanted to wait.

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