One Direction Preferences

Actually, Tell Everyone

Harry: "You don't have to say anything," you tell him as the two of you sit down for breakfast at the hotel before he started his day. He doesn't say anything in response, and you immediately go back to last night. Last night...where a usually cool tempered Harry threw the first punch in a bar fight that no one, thankfully, recorded on their phones. You weren't sure how he had managed that one, but nevertheless you were thankful. The rumors of course spread like wildfire as pictures of him leaving the bar with a swollen lip and a red, bruising face surfaced only an hour after returning back to your room. You knew this day would come. No one was as mellow as he claimed to be. Harry had lost his temper and in a big way. It happens to everyone, but nothing had been said to anyone about the incident. The bar's security was quick to break things up; you were sure everyone in the place knew what had happened. When popstars get into fights, people notice. You were there, you saw everything, but more importantly you heard everything. You heard the guy beside him at the bar egging him on. You heard him spit one insult out after the other and wondered how Harry hadn't already confronted him about it. "So you're the gay one, right?" You had rolled your eyes at that one. Yes, he had really tried to insult him with that; it was almost laughable. If he wanted to get a reaction out of Harry, he was going to have to do better than that. You weren't expecting it though. You knew how good your boyfriend was at tuning people out to still be able to enjoy himself. "So, if you aren't the gay one, then you must be the one that's shit at singing. Always getting the shit solos. The one too scared to sing. What a pussy." You still can't piece together exactly what had happened next. All you remember is Harry coming out of his seat and his fist meeting the fact of the guy that had just crossed the line. You look at his fist now as you sit across the breakfast table from him. The cuts on his knuckles telling the story you had just replayed over in your head. "Harry, there aren't any videos; nothing has to be said." He's just playing with his food now. Nothing you say is seeming to get through to him. He's looking around at the PR people mulling around the breakfast room on their phones, no doubt trying to figure out a way to address the situation he had gotten himself into last night.  You didn't know his thoughts, but you knew they were spinning around in his head a million miles a minute. You wish you knew you words to say to him, anything to get through to him. Something to ease his mind at least. A lady from the management team takes a seat behind him, pulling her iPad out from underneath her breakfast plate. She was ready to go to work on this. "We aren't going to say that, Jim. Nothing needs to be said about why it started." Harry didn't need to be listening to this conversation; it was only going to worsen his worrying. "How many times has something like that come up with them, though? Hundreds, right? We can manage. Get Brian to talk to the man, make sure he isn't going to say anything about what he said to initiate it." Of course they were trying to cover everything up. It would be very easy though, since there wasn't a video. They got lucky this time. Harry buries his face in his hands. "No, Jim, we are not telling anyone that. He's already told me what was said and we aren't letting him say anything of that. No one needs to know." "Actually," Harry begins, standing from his seat and turning to the woman sitting behind him. "Tell everyone." She pulls her phone away from the ear. "Harry don't be ridiculous. We will handle this, don't worry. We don't need anymore rumors starting than are already out there now about it. We've got this." "Tell them, or I will." His voice was stern, and you knew he was absolutely serious about taking this matter into his own hands. "Harry..." She pleads but his eyes only focus in on her more. She sighs and pulls the phone back up to her ear. "Jim, change of plans," she begins and Harry nods his head. You get up from your spot at the table and take his hand as he walks to the elevator. 

Liam: You knew they had followed you. You hadn't been very good at losing them lately. But there was nothing you could really do; the amount of them seemed to double every time you stepped out. Thank goodness there was a parking garage you could go into for shelter. Yes, it was very obvious to them what you were doing, but nothing had been confirmed or denied. As far as everyone was concerned, you were just another one of Liam's friends. And to be honest they didn't really know for sure you were here to see Liam; you could be here for one of the other hundred or so people that also live in this complex. The fact that you had been seen out with him in places other than his apartment building was the only reason they had to think of you as more than a friend, but even then there wasn't much evidence. Liam had made sure to keep you practically hidden when the two of you were together, hence why you were always spending time with him at his place. No one from the media would be able to even get into the building, so it was safe for you. You weren't sure why you needed safety. You were certain you could handle it, although Liam wasn't so sure. You park beside his car and head to the lift. It was a long ride up, but you were very used to it. Once you finally reach his floor you step out into the corridor and take your usual walk. You let yourself in and notice right away the first floor was a little too quiet. You didn't want to call out through the flat, just in case he was still asleep, so you make your way back to the bedroom. "Hey, sleepyhead," you greet as you walk in to find Liam still in bed, his laptop open and on top of the covers. He smiles and you crawl into bed with him, his arm wrapping around you as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "What are you looking at?" You ask when you notice your face as well as his on the screen. "People who think they have a story," he answers, but that isn't really much of a response to your question. "They will not let off the 'more than friends' idea," he continues as he scrolls through another article he had opened up. "But we are more than friends," you respond with slight confusion as to why he was letting all of this attention get to him like he was. "Yeah, but they don't need to know that." "Why not?" You had asked this question several times, but this time you were going to be more aggressive in getting an answer. "Because this is our relationship, and they don't need to be involved." It was a good enough answer, but you weren't completely satisfied with it. "But how much of a relationship can we have if all we do is sneak around?" You look away from the screen and up at him, signifying you were serious about this conversation. "I'm just trying to protect you. You have no idea what it's like to be on this side." He was talking about his side, in front of the cameras. But you were already getting your feel of what it was like to be in front of the cameras, after all they followed you all of the time. "Do you just plan on keeping me behind the scenes for our entire relationship?" It had been nearly five months. He was proud of himself for keeping you out of the spotlight this long; he didn't want to give it up just yet. "Well no, of course not. When it's the right time, we will start to tell people." Start? No. This was your relationship as well, you had equal say. You could handle his life. "Actually, tell everyone." "What?" "Tell everyone; keeping this quiet for so long has been stifling. We can't keep just hanging out in your flat every day. That's not a relationship, Liam. That's a hangout." "You're ready to tell everyone?" You nod your head. Had he not heard a single word you had just said? "Yes, tell everyone."