Harry: You’re standing with your boyfriend Harry Styles in line at Starbucks, whom you will always consider more famous than you are. You’re a Broadway star, a famous face amongst the theater crowd. You’ve recently won your fourth Tony award for your portrayal of Maria in West Side Story, putting you one behind the three tied women for the most Tony awards. “Can we get a picture with the two of you?” a voice asks from beside you. You both turn to see a little girl with her mother, a nervous smile on her face. “We loved you in West Side Story,” the mother explains and the little girl nods. You both smile, especially when you see that the little girl is wearing a One Direction t-shirt before bending down to take a picture with the young girl. You wave as Harry grabs your coffee’s, turning your head at the doorway to see the little girl jumping up and down with her mother.
Liam: You’ve just won your tenth gold medal in London, smiling proudly as you sing the American national anthem before waving your flowers. You find your mother in the crowd, passing her the flowers while she touches your gold medal with a watery smile. Michael Phelps is waiting for you at the back of the pool, lifting you up into his arms because you’ve just broken another record. Liam is behind him, his own bouquet of flowers waiting for you and you smile. “I’m so proud of you love” he whispers against you ear when Michael passes you off, disappearing down the hall to prepare for his own race. Liam grabs your bag after you’ve changed and the two of you make your way from the pool and out into the warm London air. Several girls run up to you, smiling broadly while asking for pictures. Liam stands back, taking pictures of you with the American girls and he’s never been more proud to take a picture.
Niall: “What about these, do you like these?” you ask Niall, holding up a pair of nude pumps and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t you have like, four pairs of those?” he asks, leaning back in his seat. “But they’re not these brand” you defend, setting your hands on your hips and he chuckles. “Hey, I like you in high heels so whatever you want to buy” he smiles, holding up his hands in defense. “I do like the pink ones more though” he offers, pointing out the dark pink pumps behind you and you turn to peer at them. You’re searching for shoes to wear on The Graham Norton Show for your interview that Saturday. You’re in London prompting the new season of Glee and will be sitting on Graham’s red couch for the third time since becoming famous. “This is probably very unprofessional but could I get a picture?” the young sales associate asks, passing you the box of size seven shoes. You smile and nod, waving Niall over and the two of you lean into the picture while smiling. Later that week, the picture is on the internet and you’re wearing your dark pink pumps for your TV interview.
Louis: “There’s another one,” you say sipping your drink as you sit outside of the Border Grill in downtown Los Angeles with your boyfriend. He nonchalantly turns around to notice another paparazzi you had spotted hiding in a car across the street. “Good spot, love.” He says turning back around with a smile. “Well when you grow up being the daughter of a Politian, they never leave you alone, they’re always trying to get their story.” You say continuing to look through the menu for something to eat before the waitress came back. “Well they never leave me alone either, so I guess that’s why we’re so meant to be.” He says giving you a cheeky smile. You roll your eyes as you go to look back down at the menu but instead you meet the eyes of two girls sitting a few tables over. “I don’t know if you know this, but I’m not only great at spotting the paps, but I’m also great at finding One Direction fans at lunch,” you say nodding over to their table. They giggle as Lou turns around and looks at them, and then back at you shaking his head, “Can’t go anywhere.” You smirk as he rolls his eyes as the two of you continue your lunch under the watchful eyes of paparazzi and teenage girls.
Zayn: “Excuse me, but can I get a picture?” you hear as you and your boyfriend turn around to see who was requesting the photo. You smile at the teenage girl, and step aside so she can get her picture taken with your boyfriend. “No, you,” she says smiling at you and handing Zayn the camera. He looked just as shocked as you were taking the camera in his hand. “I loved you in your brother’s show,” she confesses after Zayn snaps the picture. This wasn’t the first time someone had recognized you as the sister of a famous actor or from his show you had made guest appearances on, but it was the first time someone had chosen to take their picture with you rather than your way more famous boyfriend. “Thank you,” you say still in shock. “Have a nice day,” she says with a smile as she starts to walk off. “Hey!”, Zayn yells after her, “don’t you want a picture with me?” She shakes her head with a smile and continues to walk away. You burst into laughter at the sight of his saddened face. “That’s never happened before.” He says hanging his head. “I’m catching up to you Malik, you better look out!” you say with a smile ask you give him a kiss.