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You Want To Go Public But He's Afraid You Won't Be Able To Handle It (His POV)

Harry: "When can we announce we're dating?" she questions, looking over at me across the table and sighing. I frown and put down my slice of toast, idly running my fingers through my hair. "You know I want to, but..." I begin, shaking my head. "You always say that, Harry! We've been dating for months and everyone thinks you're single and I..." she sighs, blinking back tears. "(Y/N), please don't get upset," I say quickly, getting up and wrapping my arms around her. "I hate it when you cry, it's the absolute worst feeling in the world to see someone I love so much so upset." She brushes a tear from her cheek with her sleeve and shakes her head. "Harry, can you at least tell me why we're a secret? Just a reason?" she mumbles quietly, her voice soft and vulnerable. I decide to be honest with her as I soothingly play with the loose strands of her hair. "(Y/N), do you know what people say to the other boys' girlfriends?" I begin, shaking my head as I remember some tweets that Eleanor and Perrie had spoken about. "They tell them to die and they tell them they're ugly and awful and all kinds of lies and awful things." She nods and leans back, resting her head against my chest. "I just don't want you getting hurt, I don't want you to have to read those things, I don't want to see you upset," I admit, kissing her forehead. "Harry, you can't protect me from everything," she smiles sadly. "I'll have to face it sometime, yeah? And you'll always be there to comfort me so I'll be all right." I nod--she's right--and I decide that maybe we should do this. "Should we go public today?" I ask, causing her face to break into a smile. "How about right now?" 

Zayn: "Shh, don't let them see you," I whisper, pressing my finger to her lips and ducking down in the car. "Zayn! Why are we hiding? It's cameras--not murderers," she grumbles, ducking behind the seat and shaking her head. "Babe, I'm trying to look out for you," I sigh, noticing the hurt in her eyes and automatically feeling guilty. "Yeah? Well it doesn't feel like it," she snorts, sadness behind her annoyed demeanor. "I just...I want to keep our relationship just between us for as long as we can," I swallow thickly surprised to be opening up to her so soon--we'd only been dating a few weeks. I mean, sure--we talked about anything and everything but I don't think I've ever told her anything quite like this. "Once the fans and the cameras and tabloids get involved it's hard. It's like our relationship is something just us two, no one in between. Just...us," I say softly, reaching out and taking her hand, the two of us still crouched low in the backseat of the car--hiding from the cameras. "Our relationship will always be just us and nothing will ever change that, Zayn," she gives me a small smile and kisses my cheek, superstitiously glancing out the window. "Will you be able to handle it? All of this? Every girl in the past hasn't but with you...I don't want that to happen...I..I really care about you," I say, my voice sounding vulnerable and unfamiliar to myself. "Zayn, I'll be okay. I just don't want to hide anymore--I hate lying and I know you do, too. We'll be all right. We're in love and we're strong, yeah?" she smiles and gives my hand a squeeze before slowly opening the car door. "Now, let's go and have a nice dinner...no hiding." 

Louis: "No! Don't tweet that!" I say quickly, shutting her laptop closed and shaking my head. "What? What's up with you?" she frowns, crossing her arms and flickering her gaze towards mine. She'd just been about to tweet "Someone made me breakfast to day... @Louis_Tomlinson what a good boyfriend :)" and I had to stop her before it sent. "You don't want people to know how lovely you are? Well, fine," she grumbles, clearly annoyed. "It's not that, just..." I squeeze into the computer chair next to her and she reluctantly makes room for me, resting her legs on my lap and leaning her head against my chest. "Out of all the lads I get the most crap about everything especially my relationships...there will be so many analyses and nasty comments and garbage and I don't want you to be put through that..." I admit, playing with a strand of her hair. "Lou, you go through all of that stuff whether you've got a girlfriend or not and if you're going to suffer through those rumors and stuff I want to be right there with you. I've always been right by your side and it's not about to change. People know we're friends, yeah? And I get hate for that anyway. If we announce our relationship it's the same shit, it's just no more lies," she says, messing with the front of my hair and smiling. "I suppose you're right..." I admit, opening her laptop screen back up. "Send any tweet you want...just...if the hate ever gets to you, you know you can come to me, right? You can come to me for anything any time because that's what boyfriends do." She reaches over and clicks send on the tweet, turning to look at me with a smile. "And if hate ever gets to you, you know you can always come to me, right? You can come to me for anything any time because that's what girlfriends do." 

Niall: "Why did you just say you're single on that radio interview?" she asks as soon as I step backstage. Crap. I run my fingers through my hair and frown, knowing I've got to be honest with her. "(Y/N), I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or lie or anything but once people know about us," I begin, taking her hands in mine and giving her a small shrug. "They're never going to leave you alone. Fans will be asking for pictures and tweeting you nasty things and people will stop you on the street and follow you with cameras and...it's hard," I sigh. "I want people to know I'm taken and that you're mine and I'm yours but once people know I'm with someone they'll do anything to figure it out and when they do it's going to be so hard on you..." She shakes her head and lets out a sigh. "Niall, that's really sweet and all but at some point this is going to happen--we can't be secret forever," she says softly. I know she's right. "I love you," I smile, leaning over and giving her a quick kiss. "Do you think the interviewer will let me change my answer?" 

Liam: "Let's go out tonight," she smiles, looking at me from beneath her eyelashes. I hesitantly look out the window where a few stray paparazzi toting around cameras are waiting and shake my head. "Sorry, but there's cameras and paparazzi and...let's just watch movies or something, okay?" I offer, biting my lip and feeling guilty for doing this. I absolutely want to go out and spend more time with her, any time spent with her is time I'd like to spend, you know? But the world doesn't know about us yet and I want to keep it that way for as long as I can. "Liam," she sighs, crossing her legs on the sofa and pouting. "We do that all the time, I just want to go out with you and have fun, I mean, I love just sitting here watching movies but..." she says softly, tugging at a string on her sweater. "Are you embarrassed to be seen with me or something?" I quickly shake my head, surprised she could ever think that. "Absolutely not! No, that's not why," I assure her, leaning over and placing my hand on her cheek. "I want to be seen with you, I want to show you off a bit, yeah, but..." She gives a small smile and urges me to continue. "I've seen what the fame and the rumors and tabloids have done to my past relationships and the boys' relationships and I'm scared...I really love you and I don't want anything to come between us or tear us apart," I admit, flickering my gaze to the ground. "Liam, I love you more than anything and nothing will ever come between us and nothing will ever tear us apart because we're stronger than that, you know?" she promises, kissing my cheek. "If you don't want to go public yet, though, I understand." I look out the window at the guys holding cameras and microphones and decide it's now or never. "You know what? Nothing will ever come between us. We're going out tonight," I decide, taking her hand and admiring the way her face lights up in a smile.