It was happening too quickly. One moment they were the hottest couple, so in love with each other and now suddenly, it was all over. The tabloids were certainly enjoying this moment. All the articles and all the recent twitter trends just talking about the sudden breakup. It was insane how fixated the world was over the sex life of the two men.

"Have you opened any social networking site? They're having a field day out there," Louis chuckled, nudging Niall a little. The blonde was steadfastly ignoring touching his phone or even accessing any of his accounts on Twitter, Instagram or even Facebook. He knew what was going on in the world, he had seen enough on the news channels to even dare to open his accounts. Surprisingly, between the two of them, Niall had been the one who had maintained a cool. During the management meeting as well, he was the one who had listened cooly to everything that was being said, all the words that were being exchanged. While Louis had had an outburst, arguing that the management couldn't possibly control everything, Liam had been the one to raise questions and queries politely - well, as politely as he could while witnessing his best friends' relationship being tampered like this.

Harry had handled it with a distaste. Just remembering the entire scene in the office made Niall shiver. He had never seen the curly haired brunette look so out of it but he hadn't dared to go there and ask. Things between him and Harry were still pretty heated. Niall honestly did not know how to go about it. He definitely was in love with the younger lad but he just didn't know how to come about it. Being in a band and being with a controlling management was hard enough, to top it all off, now he had an affair going on with a band member, the same bandmate he had supposedly broken up with for the entire world to know.

"Are you thinking about Haz?" Louis asked, huffing slightly before sitting down right next to the blonde. His own problems were too much to deal with and now to top it all off, his best friend and also his co-worker was going through some ridiculous shit. He just wanted to smack both the lads because while his own problems were created as a result of the changing situations, Niall and Harry had created their problems through their own errors.

"I don't know how to approach him. I know I feel for him, a lot actually but it's so hard to get a point across," Niall sighed, running a hand through his hair. He glanced up at the room where Harry was probably there, doing god knows what.

"As if you're any easier. He has been trying to woo you for so damn long and when he finally gets you, you let your insecurities and fucking mood swings get in the way. You should really talk shit out with him because that boy is in love with you. He's not gonna hoe around with Shawn or any other bloke. But if you play him around like this, he's definitely going to fly off." Louis smiled after his big speech, glad that he had finally said the words he wanted to say. He knew that Harry wasn't any better when it came to dealing with relationships, the man had a record of it. He was like a little butterfly, no many emotions piled inside him that it all prevented him from taking a flight.

"Should I talk to him right now?" Niall mused, eyeing the door with a determination. He had never guessed that Louis would appear as a voice of reason in his life. He had often viewed the oldest lad to be immature and well, extremely childish.

"Yeah, mate. Just go and sort things out."

Niall sighed, getting up from the comfortable leather couch. He reached for the can of beer he had kept on the glass table and quickly took a large gulp to calm his nerves down. Surprisingly, despite having been in the band for so long, he somehow still managed to get nervous around Harry.

"By the way, I hope you and Zayn sort your shit out too. It's stressing all of us out, even Liam," Niall cracked a little smile, trying to ease any tension which might dare to seep in.

"That issue is over and done with. I've signed the papers and sent them his way. His relationship with me is over. I hope he has a great life fucking that Hadid girl," Louis mumbled, a bitter note entering his voice. He quickly covered it with a smile making Niall roll his eyes.

"Whatever happens, we're here for you Lou. I hope you know that you really don't have to go through anything alone," the blonde reached forward suddenly, engulfing the shorter brunette into a tight hug before pulling back just as suddenly. "Now, let me go and sort my shit out as well."

"Good luck."

"I'm really gonna need that."

.....

Harry was eyeing the wall with a building hatred. All his life he had done things for the benefit of the band. It was always him becoming the scapegoat for their albums to become a hit or their concert to sell out quickly and as a result of that, he had managed to get the reputation of a womanizer and now, once again, history was repeating itself. He had been through all social networking sites since morning, going through the Twitter trends and the various Harry hate pages on Facebook.

Once again the media was buzzing with speculations about the breakup. They hadn't really come up with some neat story but the management had carefully published an article stating that the two men had broken up with one another and what remained now is a promising friendship and a relationship of cooperation between the band members. Following this, there were pictures of Harry partying with a group of girls who happened to be Gemma's college friends. He wondered hatefully whether anybody in the fucking media even double checked their sources. They probably didn't. It was fun this way, to have his head served on the silver platter for the entire public to enjoy. The sadistic piece of shits.

Harry grumbled, getting rid of his shirt and jeans before making his way into the confinement of his comfortable quilt. He stuffed his face into the fluffy pillows, letting his thoughts travel far away from the bitterness of the meeting with the management. He had been silent throughout the conversation with that obnoxious prick and he had even managed to keep his cool when all Niall had done was agree with whatever was being proposed. Of course, why would he care to fight for their "fake relationship"? He quickly shook his head, not wanting to blame the blonde. There was nothing he could've done. The management wasn't asking for their permission, they were plainly telling them that they were going to make their breakup happened and all they had to do was nod.

Before Harry could delve further into his subconscious, probing around all the things that had occurred in his life revolving around the band and his Irish bandmate, there was a loud knock on the door. He stared at it, contemplating whether to let the person it or not. But as the knocks increased and increased with every passing second, he finally rolled his eyes, coming up with a decision.

"It's open," the brunette yelled. For fucks' sake, all he wanted was to sleep in peace, ignoring all his problems but some people just wouldn't let it. He was about to curse out loud at the person who had disturbed his peace when a bobbing head of the Irishman appeared.

"Can we talk?" Niall whispered silently, much different from the loud knocks he had just delivered.

"Uh..yeah sure," Harry mumbled, scratching the back of his head as he sat up straight on the bed. Niall tried hard not to stare at the mess that Harry's hair had become, those curls were flying everywhere but despite that, they looked good on him. The blanket had fallen down his one shoulder, giving him the look of a messy sleeper but what intrigued Niall the most were those tattoos displayed on his chest. He had always been fascinated by the large amounts of tattoos that Harry had. "Is there something on my face? You're staring."

Niall blinked, letting the words register into his mind before coughing out loud to hide his embarrassment.

"I just wanted to speak to you, about - well, everything," Niall nodded, stepping inside the room with a hesitant smile. He watched a frown set on Harry's face, and a confused expression told hold of his eyes.

"What's left to talk about? We're all falling apart. I'm surprised the band is still together to be very honest," Harry scoffed, setting back carefully on the pillow. He nodded for Niall to take a seat on the bed or anywhere he liked really. Despite how his mind was feeling about the blonde, his heart still started beating faster when he watched the Irishman bite his thin lips before settling down on the side of the bed.

"There are only some misunderstandings happening. And I think we should clear it up. What happened during the meeting was - inappropriate." Niall sighed, wracking his brain to find words which would convey his feelings properly. "I really wanted to object to it, believe me, I did. I know I've always said that I would come out with the truth, or get the management to come up with a solution to break us apart but not now. I didn't want this to happen. I was finally beginning to understand my feelings for you. I was finally coming to terms with everything. It was strange how we were being forced to date for the public eye and then out of nowhere, I started genuinely liking you and cherishing your company. And when I had finally understood that I was in love with you, they went ahead that separated us. I really wanted to object, believe me, I did. And if it was up to me, I would've left the band or at least threatened to do so if it would mean we could be together but I'm not that brav-"

"You're in love with me?" Harry spoke, eyebrows knitting together as his heartbeat started to accelerate.

"Well, yes but what I'm trying to say is that -"

"You're in love with me?" The curly brunette whispered, his voice barely above a notch.

"Yes but that's not what-" before the blonde could speak any further, Harry had already moved across that bed and without wasting any moment, his lips had taken a hold of Niall's thinner ones. He placed both his hands on the blonde's chubby cheeks, rubbing his thumb over the flesh while his lips continued to eagerly assault and devour the other man.

"I love you," Harry spoke in his slow and husky voice, letting the words linger in the air as he stared down into Niall's blue eyes.

"I love you too," Niall smiled, his eyes twinkling as the brunette continued to pepper his face with kisses. The blonde giggled, enjoying this moment before speaking the question that was lingering in his mind. "What about the news though? It's all over the media that we've broken up. This means I can't touch you or be with you during the interviews. And they're definitely going to make you look like the bad guy, probably by making you go out with some chick next. We can't let them do this to us."

"Calm down, we'll figure something out," Harry smiled, trying to hide his unease at the lingering doubt. There was no way they could cross with the management's plan but Harry wasn't going to give up on his love because of some sick fuckers who thought they owned them and their freedom. An idea seemed to come to his mind as he recalled their schedule for the entire month.

"Why are you smirking like a villain?" Niall raised an eyebrow, placing his hand on the man's chest before pecking his lips gently as he waited for a reply.

"You'll know soon, love. You'll know soon." He just hoped the live interview was happening soon enough.