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Liam spoke into his cell phone, nervous to be arranging a meeting with Richard Griffiths. Zayn ran down the stairs shouting a "good morning" to Liam who shushed him.

Harry and Louis were making out on the couch. Harry sucking on the sensitive part of Louis' neck. Louis moaned softly still half asleep. Zayn smiled softly at the two of them. Harry pulled away from Louis to look at Zayn.

"Zayn? I thought you were with Perrie." Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

Zayn frowned at the memory of the night before. He ran up the stairs, too ashamed to tell the boys what exactly had happened. Niall was in the middle of getting dressed when the door swung open revealing him in only a pair of briefs. Zayn's breathe hitched as he took in the wonderful sight in front of him. Niall froze as Zayn openly stared at his exposed body. They had all seen each other in their underwear before but this was different. Zayn felt flutters in his stomach as he stood mesmerized by Niall's enchanting body. Niall felt overly self cautious, he liked that Zayn was admiring his body but Niall's mind buzzed with billions of inappropriate fantasies and he felt an odd sensation in his groin. Niall soon realized that he was becoming erected as he stood in front of his band mate. He quickly ran passed Zayn and into the bathroom.

Zayn realized what Niall had done and this alerted him. He thought Niall was going to hurt himself. Niall leaned against the door, praying that Zayn didn't see his boner. Niall removed his briefs and began stroking his throbbing erection. He felt disgusted with himself for having lustful thoughts about his friend. Niall continued pleasuring himself. His mouth fell open, his tongue dipping out his mouth deep, loud breaths escaping. He stumbled against the wall as he tried regaining his balance. Niall wrapped his arms around Zayn's neck, sucking on his ear as Zayn gave his bum a firm squeeze. Niall felt ashamed to be getting off on fantasies about his best mate but it only made him go faster. Niall was now panting soft moans leaving his dry lips. Zayn knocked on the door, afraid for his friend.

"You okay mate? Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable." Zayn spoke through the door. His voice was enough to send Niall into a toe curling orgasm. He tried holding in the moans that managed to escape his mouth. Zayn heard the angelic noise but couldn't be too sure if he'd heard correctly. He settled on assuming otherwise. Zayn didn't know what to think. Had Niall been wanking off? Zayn thought.

"Ni? What are you doing?" Zayn questioned. Niall hesitated, trying to regain his steady breath.

"N-nothing. I'll be ou-out in a m-minute." Niall panted cleaning up what was left of his seed. Little did he know, he'd left a spot on the black tiled floor.

Niall took another glance in the mirror before opening the door. Niall's face was flustered red. Zayn examined his friend's face with a questioning look.

"What's up?" Niall gulped. He looked down at himself realizing he was still wearing nothing but his briefs.

"I need to use the toilet." Zayn chuckled. It was a lie. Zayn only wanted to examine the room for amy sign of blood. Niall nodded, leaving to his room to finish dressing. Zayn closed the washroom door behind him. He walked around the surprisingly large bathroom until his bare foot stepped on a drop of white substance. Zayn looked down at his feet, knowing what he'd stepped in all too well. Zayn gasped, it was cum. Zayn had heard correctly. He was confused as to why his best friend was pleasuring himself after the occurrence in Zayn's bedroom. Realization hit Zayn like a white girl hits Starbucks, Niall got a boner when Zayn stared at him. Zayn gasped once again. He knew Niall was feeling a bit lonely but he had no idea it had come to this. Zayn coughed awkwardly exiting the room.

*

All five boys of one direction entered the Modest! Management headquarters with poker faces. A tall woman wearing a dress suite lead them to Richard's office.

"Boys, take a seat." Richard rasped.

The five of them sat in separate chairs that were positioned in front of the man's desk.

"Scotch, anyone?" Richard chuckled dryly. The boys declined, it was nearly noon and they hadn't even eaten breakfast yet.

"Do you know why I called you in boys?"

They all nodded a fewof them gulped in fear of what he'd say next.

"I'm sure you've all seen the video." Liam raised is eyebrows as if to say 'What Video?'

Richard gestured towards the flat screen television beside them. The screen showed footage of the interview. It was a remix of Sally yanking on Niall's arm and having him break into tears. Then the footage of Zayn yelling at her was made into a sort of jingle.

"Get your gr-gr-grimy hands off him y-y-you b-b-b-b-bitch!" Zayn's voice rang through their ears. What do their fans do on their free time? The fact that they put time into making a song out of this was outrageous.

The video stopped and Richard played another one, this one was a video posted by E! News.

"British boy band's Niall Horan, caught in the act?"

"During an interview on the Adam & Sally show, One Direction's Niall let us sneak a peak at his usually milky white skin. Although, all we saw were marks from obvious self harm. Nobody knows why the teen pop star would do such a thing but it's rumored that the night before had been a rough one for the Irish lad."

"Fans had apparently been shouting hateful comments at him during their concert. That wasn't much of a surprise, the real shocker was none other than Zayn Malik's reaction towards Sally West's little stunt. Here's the footage of Zayn's outraged reaction." The screen flashed to the interview.

"Get your grimy hands off him, you bitch!" Zayn yelled through the speakers.

"You go Zayn! All in all, Niall should learn to hide his personal life better. Soon numbers will drop because of him. He needs to be less selfish. This is only dragging the other boys down with him. Who needs an Irish lad in a British boy band anyways?" The woman on the screen laughed.

"Please turn it off sir." Liam pleaded to Richard. The cruel man let the video play. The woman continued laughing at Niall for the camera. Niall began crying.

"Turn the damn video off!" Zayn shouted. Richard may have been a man of high power in their company but Zayn was much more intimidating. Richard fumbled for the remote, turning the video off.

Richard cleared his throat. "As I was saying, Niall you will be sent to a therapist twice a week. I expect that one of you boys will always be with him. He is not to wonder off on his own from this point forward."

"You two have caused us all quite a lot of trouble with your stunt yesterday. It's bad for the money, we can't have your personal lives inter fearing with your career. I realize that your hormones are raging and all that crap but we can't have you acting on it in front of the camera." Richard said to Niall and Zayn.

"We aren't in a relationship." Zayn muttered.

"Very well, Harry Magee and I have agreed to let this love fest to go on as long as it stays behind closed doors." Richard patted down his suite.

"As well as you and Harry." Richard stared directly at Louis.

"I may be old but I'm not blind. You may now leave boys." Richard gestured towards the door. All the boys left looking dumbstruck.

They decided on going to a café for brunch, signing autographs for the fans who walked up to them.

A girl stood at the register, a brunette with chocolate eyes and a large nose. She smiled at the boys as they each ordered one at a time.

"Hi, I'd like a breakfast sandwich wi-" Louis began as he was first in line.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" the girl questioned.

"Uh," he glanced at the boys. "Well I'm in a band called one direction."

The girl shook her head. "That's definitely not it."

"Can I order?" Louis rolled his eyes growing annoyed, he was hungry since he hadn't eaten at all the whole morning.

"I'd know that sass anywhere! Louis?" The girl grinned.

"Do you want an autograph or something?" Louis raised an eyebrow at the strange girl.

"Louis, it's me Eleanor." she smiled.

Published: February 9, 2014