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You Two Have A Secret Relationship And You Two Decide To Go Public [His POV]

Harry: I relish the moments when it's just her and I. I love the sound of her laugh and heartbeat instead of camera flashes and screams. I don't know how we've come this far without getting caught--but I don't dare question it. "I love you, Harry," she says softly, nuzzling her cheek against my chest. "I love you, too," I say as I have a million times. Every time I say it, I mean it though. In fact, with every time I utter those three words they are stronger. "(Y/N), how do you still love me?" I say after a moment, the two of us tangled under blankets with the fireplace crackling just a foot away. "I mean, we can't go out in public together and we aren't those couples that can just go and do things...we always have to be hidden." My jaw tenses as I remember why we have to be like this--having a 'girlfriend' would be bad for my 'image' and if we ever went public, I'd be breaching my contract and a lot of bad things would happen. She looks up at me like I'm crazy, her eyes seem to say 'Why wouldn't I still love you?' but she decides to grant me a response. "Well, sometimes I do get upset about it," she admits, playing with a few of my curls. "But I like having just...moments with you that I know would be harder to get if we were caught between paparazzi and fans." I run my fingers through her hair and watch the fire crackling, peals of red and orange swirling and vanishing upwards into air. "What if we didn't have to hide anymore? What if we could go out together and just...be together? We wouldn't have to hide and I wouldn't have to say 'no' when they ask if I have a girlfriend--that kills me inside, by the way," I say quietly, brushing my lips across her forehead. "That's a risk, Harry. I don't want you to risk so much for me," she breathes, closing her eyes and leaning on my shoulder. "You're a risk worth taking," I say automatically, meaning it wholeheartedly. "If you're ready...tomorrow we're making an announcement." 

Liam: We're both snuggled together on the couch in her basement. We spend a lot of time here because here, there are no paparazzi and no fans and no rumors. Here, nobody can find us and tell us about our relationship as if they knew. Here, nobody can send her death threats and hate. Here, I can protect her from bad. She is fragile and I don't want her to be in the spotlight where there's two mean comments for every nice one. I don't want to see her cry from the awful words people will send her. She's my secret and I am hers, I will keep her safe as long as I can. "Liam?" she says after a moment, turning away from the movie playing on the television screen. Neither of us are really watching, both of us caught up in thoughts. "I was just wondering, I mean, why don't you want us public? Am I not good enough?" Her voice sounds so weak and soft and I realize that being secret may have been even worse than being public. It seems like no matter what road I choose she's going to get hurt. Maybe I can't protect her from everything after all. "Absolutely not!" I say quickly, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. "You're more than perfect and I want to show you off to the world and let the world know you are mine and I am yours, but..." She looks at me with her beautiful eyes and I sigh. "I wanted to protect you from hate and all kinds of rumors and things that being the girlfriend of me would come with," I confess, looking away from her gaze. "But I'm starting to think that I can't protect you from everything." She smiles a small smile and places her soft hand on my cheek, tilting my face towards hers. "You can't. But the fact that you've tried is...amazing," she breathes, looking up at me from beneath her lashes. "I think I can handle the spotlight and if I can't--well, I've got you to be there for me and you're all I need." Her words take me by surprise, the honesty and sincerity make my heart pound and I lean over and kiss her. "I love you so much, (Y/N). If this is what you want--to be public? I'm ready if you are. It's going to be crazy but I'm always going to be right by your side as long as you're right by mine." 

Zayn: We both duck into a nearly empty coffee shop, our breathing fast and our hearts beating loud. "That was close," she huffs, pulling her hood over her head and looking down. The second time this week we'd almost been caught--a secret relationship was not simple when you were a member of one of the biggest boybands in the world. We settle down in a booth far back in the corner, hidden. I get us each a mug of hot chocolate and we just sit for a while, idly sipping our drinks. "We can't keep running, (Y/N)," I say after a moment, my eyes searching hers. She closes her eyes for a moment then opens them, nodding slowly. "I know, Zayn." I bite my lip and reach across the table, taking her hand in mine. " People are going to find out, why can't we control our own fate?" I know she'd wanted to keep us secret, she was afraid of being judged and afraid of the road ahead but I knew we couldn't keep hiding this and maybe...maybe I didn't want to. I wanted to be able to tell the world she is mine. I want to be able to kiss her in front of the cameras and hold her hand and talk about her in every interview and... "Zayn," she sighs--this is a talk we've had many times before. "(Y/N), just hear me out," I protest, cutting her off. "We will get caught and you know that. We've been lucky enough to go this far without someone catching us! Why can't we go public on our own accord? Why should we be puppets in their game? This is our lives, why should we have to let other people stop us from going out together and..." She smiles and looks down at her hot chocolate, thinking things over in her mind. "You're right." She stands up and I follow, both of us walking hand in hand towards the front of the shop. "We're going public right here right now." I slide the hood off her head, watching her shake her hair loose and smiling. This is it. 

Niall: "Why don't we go public?" she says, the two of us side-by-side making chocolate chip cookies. She mentions it so casually that I'm a little shocked. I look up from mixing the bowl of dough and she cracks an egg into the mixture. "I thought you didn't want to," I raise an eyebrow curiously and watch her take the bowl from my arms and stir. "I know, but I'm starting to change my mind..." she says quietly. She's got a bit of flour on her cheek and I smile, reaching over and rubbing it off with my thumb. She giggles and takes advantage of how close I was to her face, leaning over and pulling me into a kiss. "I'm fine with it if you are, just...we won't have that many Interrupted moments like that anymore," I say, referring to the flour and kissing from seconds ago. "Now there's nobody to come between us because it's just...US," I explain, taking out a cookie sheet as she scoops balls of dough and rolls them between her palms. "Nobody will come between us, Niall," she says hopefully, setting the dough on the sheet and moving on to another. "But rumors and fans and paparazzi and all the things they say..." I'm worried about what will happen to us. I don't want to lose her, I've seen what rumors have done to my friend's relationships--Liam and Danielle nearly broke up because of a few. Zayn and Perrie had had various fights from fan comments. Louis and Eleanor--God, the fans made their relationship so hard. What if we followed that path and our perfect and private lives got destroyed? "They'll never come between us, I promise," she says earnestly, sliding the filled sheet into the oven. Although I'm afraid, my heart pounds with excitement thinking about how now I can mention her in interviews and call her and not have to hide our relationship..."Let's go public then," I say, wrapping my arms around her waist and smiling. "Let's do it." 

Louis: "Babe? Can I talk to you for a second?" I watch as she slides off her reading glasses and looks up from her textbook. She's got a sexy librarian kind of look going on as she studies and I find it absolutely adorable. "Everything okay, Lou?" she furrows her eyebrows and her face fills with concern. I don't blame her--whenever I had a serious tone in my voice (which was rare) it usually meant something heavy or bad. "It's about...us," I say slowly, reaching out and taking her hands in mine. She frowns and closes her textbook, her eyes meeting mine. "I've loved playing 'secret spies' and 'Romeo and Juliet' but...I'm tired of it, (Y/N)," I admit, shaking my head. "I love you so much and I hate not being able to see you whenever I want because cameras and fans watch my every move." In fact, just this morning I'd brought her breakfast and I'd had to sneak in through her window. Her window for God's sakes! "I know, I feel the same, Lou," she replies, biting her lip and running her fingers through her hair. "But what if...what if they treat me like they did Eleanor?" She looks so vulnerable for a moment that I just want to wrap her in my arms and kiss her--but we have to finish this conversation. I think back on all of the hate Eleanor had gotten, I think back on all the strains that had been put on our relationship. "I won't lie--you'll get a lot of hate and garbage," I say honestly, placing my hand under her chin. "But a lot of people, I know, I know they will love you because I love you. Eleanor and I...we were a bit of a fling. Not that serious. You and I? We're serious and in love and I don't want to play games. I want us to be able to be together and not worry." She nibbles on the back of her pen for a second then a smile falls across her pink lips. "Let's do this," she says finally, leaning into my arms. "I resign from being a secret spy and I hereby proclaim our relationship public," I say dramatically, tweeting the words that will stir up the Twitter world and kissing her before pressing 'Send'.