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He Tells The Boys About Your Secret Relationship

Liam: "Guys, I've been hiding something from you all..." Liam says slowly, looking around the room at the four boys. They all automatically look up from what they'd been doing with surprise. The boys of One Direction didn't really hide anything from each other--they'd all seen each other naked and they'd all told their biggest secrets and fears. After all, they'd been stuck together for two years and they really were like brothers. "What? Are you secretly a cross-dresser?" Louis jokes, making Liam crack a smile. "No," Liam replies, nervously scratching his neck. "Are you getting a new haircut?" Zayn suggests, raising an eyebrow. "No, I.." Liam begins, biting his lip. "Tells us!" Niall shouts, nudging the brunette with his arm. "Fine, well, for the past three months I've kind of been seeing someone," Liam says quickly, a smile filling his face. "Aw! Liam! Why didn't you tell us? That's so nice," Harry coos, ruffling Liam's hair. "We were keeping it secret but I wanted you guys to be the first ones I told," he replies, loading a picture of you and him on his phone. "That's her, she's (Y/N)." The boys all crowd around the screen and 'aww' and whistle. "Damn, Liam, she's fit!" Louis comments, giving Liam a pat on the back. "She's got real nice eyes," Niall interjects, nodding. "You two are cute together," Zayn muses, giving his friend a smile. "So...when can we meet her?" Harry asks excitedly, the other boys nodding in agreement. 

Niall: "Who is that hot girl you've been photographed with for the past month?" Zayn frowns, looking up from a tabloid magazine that their stylist had brought with her to the shoot. Niall blushes and ignores the question, watching Lou do his hair carefully with a comb and spray. "Niall's blushing! Aww," Liam exclaims, smiling at the blonde. Niall's cheeks turn redder. "Niall, at least tell us her name," Harry persists, looking at the magazine photo. "Niaaaaall, please tell, please," Louis begs, giving Niall a pout. "Fine, fine," Niall says finally, unable to fight back his smile. "Her name is (Y/N) and well, we've kind of been dating for a little, like a month and a half and, um..." Niall's face looks absolutely blissful and the other boys are automatically happy for their Irish friend. "Niall! You should've told us sooner!" Zayn chastises, giving Niall a playful nudge. "Can we meet (Y/N)? She looks really sweet," Liam adds, holding up the blurry magazine photo. 

Harry: "What's got you all smiley?" Zayn inquires, noticing a dopey smile on Harry's face. Harry automatically looks up from his phone and tucks it into his pocket. "Nothing, nothing," he says quickly, a smile still firm on his face. "You're the absolute worst liar in the entire world, Harry Styles," Niall says seriously, watching Harry bite back a smile and avert his gaze. "Who are you texting, Styles?" Louis teases, sneakily reaching over and grabbing the phone from Harry's jeans. "Hey! Give it back!" Harry protests, reaching for the cell. "Ooh, who's (Y/N)?" Louis reads, noticing the hearts and winky faces in the texts to and from. "Aw, Harry!" Liam coos, wrapping the curly-haired boy in a hug and jokingly ruffling his hair. "Has our little Hazza got a girlfriend?" Harry laughs and snatches back his phone, clutching it tightly to his chest. "Well, maybe, yes, we get on really well." The boys all whistle and Harry shakes his head. "Show us pictures! Is she fit?" "Does she have big boobies?" "Does the way that she flips her hair make you overwhelmed?" "Can we meet her?" He's instantly bombarded with questions and he tunes them out. "How about you just meet her in person and then ask her those things or...yeah. I'll call her, all right?" Harry says finally, inflicting nods and cheers from the four. 

Zayn: Zayn was a very private person. He was also very good at hiding things--and relationships. "Guys? Can I tell you something?" Zayn bites his lip and looks around the room at the four who look at him with concern. "Everything all right, mate?" Louis asks, walking over and sitting down next to Zayn. "You okay?" Liam questions, patting Zayn's knee. "You guys always assume I've got something bad to say," Zayn laughs, shaking his head. "Can you blame us? Every time you've said we all 'need to talk' or you need to 'tell us something' it has been about someone dying or breaking up," Harry interjects, making Zayn shrug. "Anyways, this is good news. Very good," the Bradford boy grins, making the other boys lean forward in anticipation. "I've got a girlfriend. We've actually been seeing each other for a few months now..." Niall gasps and quickly smiles, wrapping Zayn in a hug. "Aww, Zaynie. You should have told us sooner," he teases, messing with the older boy's quiff. "Who is she?" Liam asks, smiling. "(Y/N). She's amazing and I'd like if you guys could maybe meet her tomorrow or something," Zayn replies, fiddling with a string on his shirt. "We'd love to!" Harry exclaims. "Yes! I bet she's really fit," Louis sings, making Zayn blush. 

Louis: "I can't handle it anymore!" Louis says suddenly, the other four boys on the tour bus turning to look at him with confusion and curiosity. "Handle what? Being on this bus?" Niall asks, raising an eyebrow. "No,no," Louis quickly shakes his head and takes a deep breath. "So Ihaveagirlfriendandwehavebeensecretlydatingforthepastfivemonths," Louis says quickly, not pausing to take a breathe. "Was that even English?" Harry laughs, sitting on Louis' lap. "All I heard was 'five' and 'girlfriend?" Zayn shrugs, cocking his head to the side. "I said, (Y/N)...she's my girlfriend and I've kind of been seeing her for five months and we've been, well, secret and I couldn't hide it from you guys anymore, so..." Louis looks around expectantly and the other boys smile. "Louis! I can't believe you hid that," Harry exclaims, poking Louis' cheek. "(Y/N) is a pretty name, I bet she's lovely," Liam smiles, fixing his hair. "I want to meet her, can we? Can we, Louis?" Niall asks excitedly--he loved meeting new people. Especially new people that were important to his friends. "Of course, of course," Louis says, scrolling through his phone. "I'll give her a ring."