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Sydney's POV

The boys called us back on stage after they finished their set. The show had gone spectacular and I was on cloud nine right now. The crowd was roaring and the lights were blinding.

The past four months had been mayhem. We had been living with the boys in New York and managed to come up with a name, release a single, do an interview, film a music video, meet with Simon Cowell, and record our entire album. Every day was non-stop and exhausting but I wouldn't trade it for anything.

The boys made sure we all got a few days off before the first show in Berlin where we each got to go home. I felt as though Theresa and Liam enjoyed this the most, both missing their significant others. I enjoyed going home as well, I missed Phillip and Payal and all my other friends. Plus, I couldn't wait to tell Tati all about how great everything is.

I was forced into therapy to deal with my issues. I don't really believe it as helped much, especially as I am put more and more into the lime-light. Basically the only thing my therapist has me do is talk about my biological father so that I end in tears every day. Louis has been really supportive, along with all the other boys and Theresa, and I could never feel more blessed to have him as my best friend. He was somewhat like the brother I never had. He is the kind that understands and is protective, not Tanner who is just mean.

Liam was out of breath as he started speaking to the audience. "Ladies and gentlemen, as you saw perform, we have the beautiful Vaalea with us!"

We stepped out and began to wave, the crowd still roaring.

"Now to end the show," Zayn began. "We're going to answer your questions! So go on Twitter and ask us a question with #1DandVaaleaBerlin."

The stage crew pulled out a large couch and the screen began to take form.

"And we have our first question!" Niall shouted. "#1DandVaalea, why are you named 'Vaalea'?"

Theresa started to answer, "Well, we were in New York and Syd and I went to this cool Finnish restaurant. Which I will never go back to again due to their wide variety of bear meat pie… but that's beside the point. Anyway, the waiter there kept referring to us as the 'Vaalea' table. We were confused by this and asked him like, what does that mean? He told us that it meant 'blonde' in Finnish. And the rest is history!"

She and I laughed at this memory, remembering the terrible food but the lovely environment.

Liam started to read the next question, "This question comes from Julia in Section C, row 22. Hey Julia! 'What has it been like living with the boys?'"

I snorted at this question and gave Theresa a 'Gurl, I HAVE to answer this one' look. She nodded and I began. "These boys are still twelve years old. They don't know how to clean up after themselves, they think take-out is a quality meal every night, they stay up late and sleep until noon, and they think it's real funny to expel gas when you're least expecting it. So, basically, it's like living with five annoying brothers." The crowd all laughed as I explained this, glad to know that they were normal boys.

"The next question is from Kelly and Marie. 'How many siblings do all of you have, and what are their names?'" Harry stated and continued with his answer. "I have one sister, Gemma."

"I have four sisters; Lottie, Felicite, Pheobe, and Daisy." Louis continued.

"My three sisters are Saffa, Waliya, and Doniya." Zayn spoke.

"I have a brother, Greg." Niall stated, followed by me. "I have one brother as well, Tanner."

Liam smiled as he spoke, "I have two sisters; Nicole and Ruth, love you guys!"

We all looked at Theresa as she started laughing. "Well, I'm actually one of ten children. There's Jennifer, Adam, Thomas, Sarah, me, Katie, Erin, Emma, Zachary, and Benjamin."

"And Theresa, how old are they?" I asked, winking.

"The oldest, Jennifer is thirty. The youngest, Benjamin, is four."

"That is twenty-six years of baby making, people!" I laughed.

The questions that followed ranged from imitating each other to our favorite colors. When twenty questions were answered, we waved a final goodbye and went backstage.

"OH MY GOOD GOLLY GEE THAT WAS THE BEST EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE!" Theresa shouted, handing her mic to the technician. We all laughed as she began jumping up and down.

I laughed a little more when I realized that Theresa and I accidentally matched. We both had on styles containing navy and tan. Though Theresa's, being Mormon appropriate, was a bit more conservative. I knew that Theresa was struggling without being able to go to church every day and missed being actively involved. She luckily had found a church in New York, but to her it wasn't the same.

"Theresa, we're going to have to keep this matching trend up!" I said, walking towards the dressing room with her.

"Mhm gurl, you know we be lookin' cute." She said, snapping her fingers above her head.

We were giggling as I got tapped on the shoulder, scaring me and causing me to jump straight in the air. I turned around to see Harry there, a smile stretching across his entire face.

"YOU JUST MADE ME JUMP TO JESUS!" I screamed, hitting him multiple times in the process.

"Sorry," he chuckled. "We were wondering if you want to come out for a drink with us at this cool club we know, to celebrate."

"I'm not twenty-one, and I've never had alcohol before." I said, looking at him.

"We're in Germany, the drinking age is sixteen."

I had to think for a moment, but I decided that one drink couldn't hurt. "Sure, let me just change first. What about you, Theresa?"

"Syd, you know it's against my religion." She whispered.

"Oh, right. Do you want me to stay with you?"

"No, it's fine. Go have fun. I want to go call Ryan anyway."

I nodded and walked into the dressing room, her following close behind.

I shut the door to see Harry fist-pump as his success.