Agitated Afternoons// h.s

Paparazzi

One Direction Does the Walk of Shame!

Harry and Terra; More Than They Appear?

One Direction: Caught Red-Handed!

I swear to god if I saw one more bad headline I was going to explode. They were all there, all five of them and yet, management was blaming me for the bad press. How was it my fault the media was up our asses? More specifically, how was it my fault that the media was all up in the boys business about their relationship with me? If we had just come clean in the beginning, none of this would be happening.

"You can't blame her for every bad headline." Harry said defensively, looking almost adorably angry as he pushed back his long hair. "The media loves throwing Theresa to the sharks because they see what you're trying to hide. I love her, the truth is going to come out eventually."

"But not right now." Their manager scoffed. "You boys are writing your fourth album and we can't have that kind of news distract from the real story here."

"How will it distract?" Louis asked. "The story breaks, the media eats it up, everyone moves on."

"It's not like they haven't suspected already." Liam adds. "Besides that, press is press. Coming clean about Theresa and Harry's relationship is a good thing. It's the honest thing to do."

"And do you really want to keep paying that actor of a 'boyfriend' for Terra? It must cost a lot to keep his mouth shut." Niall  continued. I sighed in relief at the fact that the boys were sticking up for me.

"You can't let this go on, you have to know that. Restricting their relationship isn't benefiting anyone." Came Zayn's quiet voice as the last thought. I watched the manger sigh deeply and mutter something about how we were going to be the death of him.

"We can't do anything about it right now. What we can do though, is get Harry and Kendall together, and make sure Terra and Blake are seen together at your next outing." The boys scoffed, disgusted and I squeezed Harry's hand dejectedly. "I'm sorry you two, I really am. I'll talk to the higher ups, see what they think about pushing aside all this Kendall and Blake nonsense." He didn't sound too sincere though. I wasn't sure I could believe a damn thing he was saying. "And you two, need to stop that." He gestured to my hand in Harry's. My boyfriend stood up menacingly so I stood up with him.

"Hey, hey." I whispered in his ear. "It's fine okay? It's fine." I forced him to look at me, his scowl softened only slightly. "This can't go on forever right?"

"Theresa I owe you this. I owe you to come clean about this." Harry whispered harshly to me.

"You don't owe me anything Harry. And it's like I said, they can't hold us back forever. If they won't let us come clean, screw them. We can do that on our own. Kiss me in front of paparazzi, sell the story to a magazine. It doesn't matter Harry. In the end, this won't matter." Harry loosens up his shoulders, shaking the tension from them.

"Fine." He grumbles.

The small meeting is adjourned and the boys and I begin to head down to the cars waiting for us. They're already late for their recording session. Harry kisses me in the elevator, in front of the boys, which embarrasses me. It's not like they've never seen us kiss before but Louis and Niall always go ballistic, cheering us on and making Zayn and Liam laugh. It's usually me who eventually has to push Harry away so we can look decent for the paparazzi outside.

After rearranging ourselves in the elevator, Zayn and Harry walk out first into the lobby and towards the awaiting cars. Dejectedly, I watch as the two of them talk and laugh like nothing is wrong. I know Harry doesn't like it as much as I do but he's a better actor than I am about all of this. Someone takes me hand and I smile over at Niall. "Don't look glum love, come on we're supposed to be one big happy family." He spins me around, making me laugh. We let go of each other's hands.