Harry: This definitely was not your idea. Sitting in front of a computer talking to him is absolutely not what you want to be doing. It hurts too much. He wanted to see you though, and you aren't ever going to tell him 'no'. "You look nice today," he opens up with as soon as the screen clears up. "I just woke up," you say shaking your head, knowing he was just being nice. "Well that doesn't matter; you always look nice." You roll your eyes with a smile. "Tell me about what you did yesterday," he urges, wanting to feel like a part of you even from across the Atlantic. "Yesterday?" You inquire as you think back twenty-four hours. He waits for you to continue. "I went to the office to see Dad. He asked how you were, obviously; pretty sure he's in love with you." Harry laughs and you continue going through your day. "I had a late lunch with Mom because she got held up at the studio; she asked about you too. And then I came home and waited for Sydney to get back. Then we cooked dinner together and watched movies all night, you know how we do thing around here." "Yes, I definitely do. How are your parents?" He always has to ask. He probably cares more about how their days are going than you do, and he isn't even their child. You need to step up your offspring game. "They're fine. Dad just sold the massive building across the street from his office. That was a big payday, and Mom been working with some new people I think she's really excited about. All people I've never really heard of, but knowing you, you're best friends with." "I do recommend to her a lot to people I meet." Of course he does. "Of course you do." "What? She's fantastic at what she does, and you just said she was excited." You guess this parent talk is working a little. You haven't thought about how much just sitting here having filler conversation hurts you. Well, until now. Your eyes drift from the screen and Harry notices immediately. "What's wrong?" You look back up to find him intently staring into the camera at you. "Nothing," you answer shaking your head. You can't tell him what's going through your head. You don't want to show this weakness. "I think you know that I can read you better than that," he reveals, and you just look at him. "We have to get that fixed," you admit, trying to lighten the mood. "Seriously, what is wrong? You've been acting off for ages, and I want to know why." He is getting serious now. The concerned look on his face is telling you that. "It's nothing, I've just been worried about Sydney." You have to lie, you can't talk to him about how you feel. That will bring everything out, everything he doesn't need to worry about. He doesn't need your emotions distracting him. You just hope you can lie well enough for him to believe you. But you don't have the best track record.
Liam: You've cooked breakfast for him on several occasions, many of those in this very kitchen. However, this time it feels different. You've been staying in his flat for a few months now, and the things you do around here are now starting to feel more domestic than they used to. You're sending him to Manchester this morning, and you're getting emotional about having him leave. You've never been like this. This has always just been his job, it's never been a part of your life. He's making it your life now. He is slowly but surely getting you sewn into his lifestyle as if this were more than just a friendship. "Full English?" You hear a sleepy voice say from behind you. His hair was sitting on his head instead of standing tall like usual. His face was scruffy, and his eyes were barely open. "You need to go back to bed," you advise him after taking his look in. He had only been away from tour for two days, he definitely didn't need to be up this early. "Not when you're cooking," he counters. "I'm not even close to being finished, go back to sleep." He shakes his head and climbs up on the counter to watch. You continue to work, but find it very distracting to know that you are now being watched. "You know this isn't really how the kitchen works," you tell him. "What do you mean?" He inquires as he reaches in for a mushroom. You smack his hand and explain. "Everyone in the kitchen should be cooking, not sitting around watching and putting their grubby hands into the food before it's time to eat." "I disagree," he says, reaching in before you can stop him. His eyes nearly close as he smiles wide at you. "You're ridiculous," you comment as you walk over to the fridge to get the meat. "Did you go shopping for this?" "Well I didn't grow it in the back garden that you don't even have, now did I?" "WOW! It's too early for that, Miss," he teases. "It's also too early for your ridiculous questions," you counter with a smile. "Ouch, and to think I used to believe that you loved me." "And to think," you tease, but with a serious tone. Liam quickly jumps down from the counter, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Take it back," he says as he pulls you away from the stove. "Liam, I'm trying to make you breakfast!" "Take it back!" You can't help but laugh at his extreme actions. You try your best to wiggle your way out of his grip without having to say anything. His arms are too strong though. "Let me go or you're going to be eating burnt food!" He plants his feet firmly at the edge of the kitchen, not budging until you give him what he wants. "Liam, I'm serious, let me go," you say firmly. "You really aren't going to tell me that you love me?" He questions, his tone is no longer playful. You turn around to face him as he grip around you loosens. You look into his eyes, you can see that if you take this any further you will be hurting his feelings. You smile. "I love you," you say simply. Even though you know it's what he wants to hear, it makes you feel pleased to say it. You never want him out of your life again.
