[Cuddle me in] (6th member)
“Come on (Y/N). Your voice is really slack today.” You only groaned leaning your forehead onto the hanging microphone. “You need to pick up your game. I don’t vocalise voices that aren’t winners.” The man behind the recording glass scolded as you winced running a hand through your hair. Niall sat behind the glass as well shooting daggers at the man who was criticizing your voice. “Now. Let’s go again.”
“M-my throat hurts. We’ve been at this for an hour. Can I take a break?” Your whispered as a scowl came predominant on the old man’s face.
“Fine. Ten minutes. Then you better come back sounding better than this.” He took his headphones off and stood up leaving the room. You let out a shaky breathe and took your headphones off as well before walking towards the exit door of your recording booth. Niall was already up and making his way to meet you halfway.
You opened the door and was immediately pulled into a pair of warm arms.
“Don’t listen to him ok. Your voice is beautiful princess.” You could only sigh and nod wrapping your arms back around him.
“Maybe I’m losing my touch.” You muttered as Niall kissed your hair and began guiding you to the relaxing room where the boys were situated.
“Never. Let’s just take a rest and let your voice heal a bit.” Nodding, you let Niall lead you into the room before you left his touch to walk to the coffee table.
“So, how’d it go?” Liam asked as you shrugged grabbing your plastic plate and filling it with some fruits presenting themselves.
“The man doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Saying shit about (Y/N)’s voice.” Niall filled in wrapping his arms around you from behind and kissing your shoulder.
“Oh.”
“Is that all you’re having princess?” Niall asked grabbing his own plate and not holding back for the junk food.
“It’s all I can have.” You muttered taking a bottle of water lined up with many others on the table and leaving Niall’s touch once again.
“I see someone’s going healthy.” Louis chuckled as you sat beside him and picked up your first piece of fruit.
“I have to Lou. I gained weight over our time off.” You lightly smiled as Louis scrunched his brows together.
“You’re skinny enough though.” Harry intervened as Niall came down beside you guzzling his own water.
“Well that’s not what my trainer and dietician said.” You sighed. “I guess it’s no junk food for a while.” Your eyes fluttered tiredly before Niall pulled your head onto his shoulder.
“Take it easy princess.” He mumbled kissing your temple. “You’re beautiful. Even if you weighed ten pounds more. I wouldn’t care.” A smile came to your face at your boyfriend’s cheesiness.
“Niall Horan. You’re too good to me.” He smiled against you before lifting his face to eat at his food.
. . .
“Stop! Stop!” The dictator of a man yelled as you stopped your singing and look at him behind the glass. “You’re sounding worse than before! I see that break did nothing for you!” You lightly whimpered before turning your gaze to the floor and feeling your eyes blur. This man hasn’t stop criticising you the moment you stepped into the booth. “God. Sounds like a dying walrus just hit the studio floor.”
You held back your tears and looked away putting a hand over your trembling lips.
“Hey! You better not be crying. I don’t record criers!” Inhaling deeply, you looked back at the microphone, not feeling the want to record anymore. “So we’ll try this one more time and you will perfect it. Or else I’ll send you home and we’ll make the album without you!” That hit a nerve. It’s hard enough for people saying shit about you not being good enough for the band. But it hurts more when someone in the industry says it. Making you feel impeccably worse about yourself.
“I-I think I’m done.” You choked out taking your headphones off.
“Where do you think you’re going?! You can’t leave!” You ignored him and paced yourself to the exit door. “Fine! Fine then! One Direction didn’t need you anyway!”
You slammed the door closed and ran up the hall, seeing Paul talking to another security guard in the hall. Coming up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his broad frame and silently cried into his back. Paul looked down and you and frowned before excusing himself.
“(Y/N)?” He asked holding you close to his broad frame and protecting your small figure.
“I-I wa-ant to g-go.” You cried as Paul nodded, taking your shoulders under his arm and walking you up the hall.
“We’ll go tell the boys we’re leaving then.” You could only nod hiding your face behind your shaky hands.
