Harry:
You sat on the couch excitedly watching an one direction interview. Your two best friends were over and you could not be happier. Today was the day that Harry was going to tell the public about you.
You were nervous but you were more happy to know you didn't have to hide your relationship anymore. You asked Harry several times to tell people about you because you didn't want to feel like his dirty secret anymore.
You politely tell both of your friends to shut up when you hear the question you have been waiting for.
"So, who's taken?" The interview asks the boys.
You see Zayn and Louis raise their hand and you look at Harry to see him hesitating. You sit silently hoping that he would raise his hand already. The corners of you mouth starts to turn into a smile as you see him raise his hand, but it quickly fades when you see him put it back down so the interviewer wouldn't see him.
Your mouth falls open and you keep asking yourself "did that just happen?"
"Y/N I thought you said he was going to tell everybody about y'all relationship?" Your friend asks you clearly confused. You were to embarrassed to answer so you just told them you wanted to be by yourself and they had to go home.
You sat silently on the couch rewinding the interview playing the same part over and over again. The more you watched the more agitated you became. You prayed that God would touch your heart because of the unholy things you thought about doing.
By the time you heard Harry car pull up, you were livid. You stood by the door with your hands on your hips waiting for him to come in the house. He jumps when he sees you but then pulls out some roses from behind his back.
"Y/N, baby." He said softly offering you a bouquet of roses. "I'm so sor-" you held your hand signaling for him to stop talking.
"Why?" You simply asked waiting for an answer.
"I just got caught up and-"
"I didn't ask for and excuse I asked for an answer!" You shouted. You tried to be calm but your temper was quickly getting the best of you.
"Are you embarrassed to be with me?" You asked. "I know I'm not like the other girls you dated, but that doesn't mean I don't deserve to be in a real relationship!" You seethe.
"What do you mean Y/N what's not real about this relationship?" He asks and you can hear the irritation building in his voice.
"Why can't I tell family and friends I have a boyfriend? Why can't me and you go on dates without worrying about being seen? Why can't everyone know that your mine and I'm yours? I'm not asking for a lot! All I want is commitment!" You yell.
"So you're saying I'm not committed to you? Are you crazy?" He yells back.
"No I just want a boyfriend who loves me enough to tell people about me. Your band mates don't even know we're together! And we live with each other! You got to choice now."
"What are you talking about Y/N?"
"You either tell people about me or it's over." You simply say crossing your arms over your chest. You wait as he stays silent looking at you. After thirty seconds of complete silence you realize you were right all along.
"Thought so." You said grabbing your bag from by the couch and proceeding to the door trying your best to hold on your tears as you walk out the door.
"I'll be back for my other stuff later." You say turning around giving him one last look and you can't see his face due to his hair being in the way.
