we will retire in a 5 br 4 bath flat in London with our 2 kids Jae & Zain Jr. and our dog Bob Marley where i will be a homemaker/trophy wife and he will work as a hit R&B songwriter while occasionally working as a Versace model on the side. we will spend our summers in Los Angeles where he will sometimes meet Harry for drinks and maybe talk to the other ones if theyre lucky and he will call me while I’m out on a yacht with the Knowles-Carters and we will all laugh thinking about how rich and attractive we are and live happily ever after
Hold on a sec can we talk real quick about how on the same day their album drops One Direction will be
- airing their Sesame Street episode
- performing live for a crowd of thousands of fans at a major family resort attraction
- performing live on a nationally broadcast television show most popular with adults ages 21-45
like can we talk about the fucking nail-on-the-head cross-generational promo will they be stopping by a nursing home after the performance
How fucked up is it that this tours almost over? It feels like just yesterday we were all experiencing the first show through 6 second vines.
I get so tense I’m often close to puking. We started off on a TV show so I should be at home there, but every time we do telly it riddles me with nerves. I’m petrified from the minute I get in the dressing room to the second we walk out on to the set. I don’t know why - and it’s getting worse.
I just spiral into this one massive bag of nerves. Then, when the next show comes along, it starts again, only worse. Maybe it’s because it feels quite intimate? I don’t like singing in front of small crowds.
In 2013, when we were invited to perform at the American Music Awards, I was in a state about singing a song I was usually comfortable with. Then before we went out, Justin Timberlake was coming off after collecting an award and I remember saying to the lads: “Is that the calibre of people here?” To make matters worse, as he walked off Justin came over to say hello and I was bricking it, nearly swallowing my own puke. I was fine in the end, but it’s draining being that nervous.
-Niall in Who We Are (x)