"Well? Care to explain why One Direction: Uncensored is now viral across the globe?!" Simon fumed. He had warned the boys not to do something like this, for it could ruin their reputations and public personas.

"I'm not defending Harry, 'cause he's a stupid whore, but I know I didn't do anything wrong. This is all their fault." Louis 'defended' himself. Simon pinches the bridge of his nose tiredly. Harry yells at Louis for calling him a slut, Zayn tries to calm Louis, Niall tells Zayn to 'mind his goddamn business', and Liam pick pockets his bandmates while they were all yelling.

Simon slammed his fist on the table and the boys jumped at the sound.

"BOYS!" He bellowed, effectively silencing the room. Liam slipped his stolen goods into his pockets.

"Sit down, and we will discuss this like mature adults."

Everyone took a seat at the conference table, shooting daggers at one another.

"I'll cut to the chase. You guys can't keep doing this. You are One Direction. The happy-go-lucky British/Irish boy band that is full of beautiful bouncing best friends. If you keep fighting in public, do you really think your army of loyal fans will still adore you?"

"It wouldn't be as hard if Niall the Fatass didn't make all the fans throw food at us all the time! Or should we call you Shamu?"

"Maybe if Harry wasn't such a fucking fairy the fans would stop imagining up romances between us!"

"Maybe if Liam would stop getting into trouble all the damn time, the rest of us wouldn't have to act like church boys to make up for it!"

"No, Zayn just needs to stop getting on everyone's fucking nerves. That's the real problem here."

The boys began fighting again, only for Simon to blow a whistle he bought to get the boys' attention.

"Louis, you and Harry need to start acting like friends."

Louis and Harry cringed at that.

"Zayn, you and Liam need to switch personas. Zayn, you look like you could be a good bad boy. Get on it."

Liam and Zayn exchanged a look.

"Niall, brighten up a bit, stop seeming so damn against the world. And gain a bit of weight, the fans suspect your starving yourself."

Niall groaned and rest his head atop his folded arms on the table.

"Harry, start flirting around a bit. Get some feminine publicity."

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat and pretended to be invested in his phone.

"And Liam, stay out of trouble."

Liam rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

"We clear? Good. I'll email each of you specific bylaws to follow to maintain your public personas. Now get out." Simon finished, each boys' mouth dropping.

"But -"

"Bye"

"What if -"

"Email me."

"Can I-"

"GO HOME!"

The boys filed out grumbling.

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So, now we know where all the boys' public personas come from!

Shall we see how it works out?