One Direction Preferences.

Preference 6: You Tell The Public About Your Relationship.

Preference #6: You Tell The Public About Your Relationship.

Harry:

There had been rumours speculating about yours and Harry's relationship for weeks. The paparazzi had caught you out together on a number of occasions and Harry was starting to get sick of them making up stories on the tabloids and things, just trying to sell a newspaper. Harry wanted to come public about your relationship but you wasn't sure, you wasn't 100% certain if you was ready to deal with the hate from the fans and even more stories in the newspapers and magazines.

"Come on, [Y/N]. It will be fine, I'll protect you." Harry explained.

"I don't know, Haz. What if they all hate me and I don't think in ready to deal with the fans hating me, I've already had to deal with so much." You replied, tears forming in your eyes.

"I know and we went through at this at the beginning. I told you it was going to be hard, I told you all about the hate and stuff that you was probably going to get, we went trough it all, babe. Yet, you still went ahead with us and look where we are now. I couldn't be happier and the boys all love you as well. So what if you get the odd bit of hate, I'll be here every step of the way - to help you through every single part of it. [Y/N], you don't realise how much it hurts me in interviews when the interviewer asks us who is single and I have to raise my hand, even though I know full well I'm not because I have my beautiful girlfriend waiting for me at home. It hurts me so much and I hate doing it but I know I have to if it protects you." Harry explained.

"I'll do it." You agreed.

"Really?" Harry asked. You nodded an he ran towards you, picking you up and spinning you around in the air. "[Y/N], that's amazing. Thank you so much."

"We're already beyond half way there and I'm not the one to refuse a challenge." You winked at him.

Liam:

"Baby? Are you home?" You asked, walking into Liam's apartment.

"Yeah, babe. I'm upstairs." Liam replied. You walked up the stairs and into Liam's bedroom.

"What you doing, Li?" You asked, sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Just looking through these newspaper articles about us, some people seriously know how to stir things up." Liam sighed.

"I know, babe but you really shouldn't listen to anything that they say or read those bloody things. You know that they just talk rubbish." You replied, trying to soothe him.

"[Y/N], how do you feel about telling everyone about us?" Liam asked.

"I'm not sure, babe." You replied.

"It's for the best, love. I don't want people spreading rumours anymore, it's not fair on you or me either, it's putting a strain on our relationship an I obviously don't want that end up breaking us up or something like that." Liam explained.

"I guess. If it puts an end to the stupid rumours then I'm in." You smiled.

"Thanks babe, I'll tweet later." Liam smiled. He kissed your forehead and he hugged you tightly.

Louis:

"Louis William Tomlinson, get your ass down here right now!" You shouted.

"What's up, babe?" Louis asked, coming downstairs.

"Don't you 'babe' me, what is this?" You asked, showing him the computer screen. There was a magazine article that someone had tweeted you, it was about Louis and Eleanor meeting up in secret.

"Are you serious? Babe, I thought we talked about this. You have to trust me." Louis sighed, this had been a daily occurrence to the both of you and Louis was starting to get sick off it.