Screw you! And not at all in the fun way. I couldn’t care any less about you leaving One Direction (okay, so maybe a little. you were the only one worth it. And maybe Harry if he ever stops deciding to dress like Grandma Wilde after she dumped her last nursing home boyfriend and stopped wearing her glasses), but I’ve spent the last two days comforting an inconsolable Unique, and a broken Sugar in their studio, while getting absolutely no work done. If I have to listen to Same Mistakes or You and I one more time or either of them crying again, I might fly to your house and put scorpions in all your sneakers. You being hot or ‘the sweet one’ does not excuse you for ruining two good days of work.