Harry - “Oh, um…” he cleared his throat, swallowing what was left of the mention of your name as it hung in the air, threatening him, “yeah, we… we did break up but, you know, we both…” he cleared his throat again, raising a tight fist to cover his mouth, shifting in his seat, “I think we both realised it was for the best, but, um… no, there’s no hard feelings or anything. It’s not like that.”
The interviewer knotted down a different expression in front of him, shuffling her cards, “so…” she smiled politely, “still friends?”
"You could say that," Harry’s own voice lowered, before he lifted his face and scanned eyes through the crowd, trying to figure out how to get through his sentence because it hurt in a way he couldn’t quite knot out, "no, um, yeah… she’s lovely, and we’re still on good terms, yeah."
Liam - “So, Liam. You and (Y/N) are no longer together…” the words, drummed out from the interviewer, sounded flat as Liam heard them. He looked up quickly, almost at Louis before he swallowed to listen, “is that correct?”
Liam looked away at first, before anything else, “yes,” he swallowed, “yeah, yeah, that’s correct.”
"It must be hard," the interviewer made away with Liam’s eyes when he looked for the floor, anything else to focus on, "you know, being on tour, all the rumours, being away for so long. It must be hard to keep a steady relationship, I imagine."
"Yeah, yeah," Liam nodded quickly, words too quick, "but, you know, it is what it is and it’s for the best, yeah."
Louis - his hands shifted from his knees to his lap, knotting fingers together to keep most of himself in, listening, “and now, Louis, a few rumours about you and girl… I don’t wanna be the one to ask,” the interviewer swung back in his chair, shifting headphones, a smirk rising, “but,” he chuckled, “you know… what’s going on there? Did you guys end anything?”
"We, um…" Louis stopped after two short words. His eyes fell to the floor, then to his hands, squeezing fingers tighter and tighter until the pink skin turned white, "yeah," he answered quietly, "we did end the relationship, yeah… but it was a mutual decision…"
"I’m sorry to hear it," the interviewer sobered up, nodding.
"Thanks," Louis almost whispered it out, "thanks, man."
Zayn - “Alright, so Zayn, you’re up,” the interviewer giggled with her skirt shifting when she crossed her legs the other way, “and I hear that you’re newly single, so lucky me,” she smiled over Harry at Zayn, “how you’re doing with the change?”
"Fine, fine," Zayn nodded his head slowly, "you know, (Y/N)… she’s the kind of girl that, she makes it easy, you know, we can still be friends and talk and be around each other so it’s okay," he swallowed when he couldn’t quite keep up with his words, feeling like they were lies on his lips because he missed you, "yeah," he lied again, "it’s fine…"
"So," the interviewer blushed, "looking to start dating again?"
"I don’t think so," Zayn shook his head when he could, "I…" he wondered how to finish his words, "I don’t think I’m quite there yet…"
Niall - he shifted next to Liam, raising one hand to run through his hair with his head bent enough that he could cast his eyes down to the floor, “we, um, yeah… we broke up… and it’s cool, I mean, we’re okay. We both decided, I think, that it was for the best and we’ve both reached an understandin’ that way…”
The interviewer tipped his head closer to the microphone, smiling oddly like he was trying out pity, “do you miss her, though?”
"I…" Niall chuckled awkwardly, "I’d be lying if I said I didn’t, you know," he shrugged, "but it is the way it is, and… you know, as long as she’s happy, it’s all okay…"
