I woke up the next morning feeling better than I usually did. I walked out to the kitchen which was empty. Isabel must of still been in bed. I looked at the time. Shit it was 8:45. I only had 45 minutes to get ready. I brushed my teeth, then hoped in the shower and washed my body. I then wrapped a towel my body and walked into my room. After moisturising I slipped on black leggings with a plain, white, flowy top. I then put a light layer of make up on and put my hair in a high pony tail (like the day before). I heard the buzzer just as I was getting my bag.

I let Liam know that I was coming down and walked down the stairs to see him out the front of the building. He was wearing tracksuit pants a white t-shirt and a hoodie. His hood was up and he had his sunglasses on- hoping that fans wouldn't recognise him, which they did. Well some.

"OMG are you Liam Payne from 1D?" screamed a girl practically in his face.

"Aaahhhhhhhhhh" screamed another. There were about 10 girls just doing their daily routine, I was guessing. No need to scream in his face I thought to myself. Even I, as a fan, wouldn't be harassing him like they were.

Most of them had their phones out – either filming or taking photo's – which meant that this was going to be all over the web in, at most, an hour's time.

"OK, girls. Would you like a photo or something?" Liam smiled and all the fans screamed. "Just quickly before we go to rehearsals"

Liam took photos with the girls and then have them all back their cameras/phones.

"Nice to talk to you girls, we will see you soon" squeals and screams still echoed the air. How all of the boys coped with this everyday – I do not know!

Liam led me to his car and opened the door for me, like a gentlemen. As I was stepping in a girl with blond hair, low top, a skirt about the size of a belt and a face caked with make-up, gave me a dirty look. "Who are you?" she sneered.

"Oh I am just one of 1D's dancers" I put an effort in to sound nice, which was the opposite of what I wanted to do.

She rolled her eyes "Eeugh, like you deserve it!" she snorted.

"She deserves every bit of it!" Liam also put the effort into sound nice as well, smiling as well. He walked to the driver's seat and started up the car. As we drove off the girls ran after the car. The group gradually grew due to other fans noticing and following as well. Soon we got on to the main street where no fans could follow.

"How do you cope with this like, everywhere you go?" I asked, interested.

"I guess you just get used to it I suppose – it is real great fun though!"

He looked at me briefly, before turning his head again to face the road.

"Tess, I am really sorry about that girl before" Liam began. "It kills me to see friends of mine get hurt by fans."

"She didn't do much though" I defended.

"Yeah but… she was rude"

"It's all right" I sighed sweetly. "She is a bitch and that is her problem, what she said and her facial expression didn't bother me at all – it takes a lot to get me really annoyed," I assured Liam.

"Are you sure?" He started. "Coz, like I said before, I don't want you to get hurt". I smiled at him. "Thanks"

"Look Liam, this is going to sound a bit weird and I know we have only known each other for a few days but I don't want this to affect our relationship or mine with the whole band, because I feel like I have gotten quite close to you over the past few days but" I started. "I am actually one of your biggest fans"

He looked at me – needing more of an understanding. "Since you guys were put together I have adored you with all my heart and I don't want this to affect our relationship because I don't see you (or the other boys) as the One Direction, I see you as five hilarious, cute, fun, amazaynly, sorry, amazingly talented boys, who have Dared To Dream and have become really successful and deserve every last bit of it. If you know what I mean"

"So you're a big fan of us?" Liam stopped at a traffic light. I pulled out my phone from my pocket and flipped through my photos to find one of me and Lea having massive birthday party for Niall (because his was the most recent).

"Tess, this could never affect our relationship – don't worry. I have got to know you really well which is really good because I feel as the days will carry on we will become closer and that is so good It doesn't make a difference if you are a fan . because I really like you.". Omg did he just say that? I really like you. On the inside I was screaming because I was so happy but I was exaggerating, of course, as much as I could build it up that he meant that as more that friends in my head I knew that it meant nothing more than close friends (and I was satisfied with that).