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Harry giggled. "It's decided. You're Rose, my cute little striped T-shirt fan whom is obsessed with kisses," he said, and pecked him playfully.

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Harry and Louis sat in two chairs outside of Simon Cowell's office. Harry felt his palms sweat. He had no idea why they had been called in. They said it was urgent. If it was something about the business or the band in general, they'd have called in everybody.
"Mr Styles and Mr Tomlinson may enter the office," someone said. They stood up, both shaking in nervous it's, desperately grabbing each other's hands.
"You think they know about... Us?" Louis said, glancing at Harry.
"Whatever happens in there, I- I don't know if it's too early in our relationship to say this but... I love you, Louis. And if they found out, I still do. Okay?"
"I love you too," Louis answered with tears in his eyes. One look was all it took, and they both let go of their hands and opened the wooden door.
They entered the office with shaky hands and sat down on the chairs. They gave each other one last look before Simon entered the news.
"I found something today," said Simon. His eyes were angry, you could tell. "Some fans have made up some 'fan fictions' about something called Larry Stylinson. It is, what I know, a made-up romance between you two. They are convinced that this Larry Stylinson-thing is something real, and I must tell you - it is pretty convincing. They have YouTube videos with so called 'evidence' and conspiracy theories about everything. I must ask you, are the rumors true?

“I must ask you, are the rumors true?”
Oh no. No, no, no. There was no way Simon knew their little secret. How could he even consider it, only because some fans have made videos of them together? They knew a tiny, tiny bit of the band, only the good, safe parts. Those parts that never, ever could cause any trouble.
And they knew lies.
How in earth could fans think they were in a relationship? How could they seriously believe that?
Oh yeah, the rumors were true. That was the point. Louis believed it, Harry believed it, the whole band believed it so why wouldn´t the fans do the same?
Because they didn't know. They didn't know anything about the band.
This was really confusing.
Louis gulped hard.
“Can we see these videos the fans' made?” he asked, gulped again and tried to avoid Simons eyes. “I mean, I’m not saying the rumors are true, or false, but I would really like to see the fans theories.”
He almost tossed the last words out of his mouth, too scared to breathe. This wasn't like coming out to Zayn and Liam, especially not like telling, showing, Niall. If Modest! was against homosexuality, anything could happen. Louis wanted so bad tell Simon everything, but he seemed to be dead serious, like it was a huge problem.
“Look closely, then”, Simon said grimly after he typed something on his computer.
The video started to play. Immediately he recognized their performance of Torn as background music. Louis stared with eyes as big as footballs.
How could it be so obvious, and how could the fans notice those moments when Louis saw a little bit too longingly at Harry? He barely perceived them himself. It was so natural, he was used to it.
“But this isn’t a theory, right?” he said panicked. “S-someone must have made it because that person wanted us to be together. Y-you get it?”
Why was he a stuttering mess?
“It’s shocking, I know,” Simon muttered. “But this isn’t the worst. There is more, look.”
Louis felt his body tense. Worse. Simon didn’t like Larry Stylinson then. Expecting another video with slow music, he took a deep breath and focused on what Simon showed them.
Saying Louis was twice as shocked as before was an understatement.
This video was something else. This video was trustworthy. He blushed when the Louis in the video looked at Harry.
“Impossible,” he murmured breathlessly. “H-how? T-totally impossible. How did they m-manage to…”
“Now I need an answer. Are you dating?”
For the first time since they entered the office, Louis caught Harrys eyes. His beautiful green eyes that were full of fear.
It was now or never.
“Yes”, Louis said, voice steady.
He took Harrys hand in his and gulped.

At the same time, Niall, Liam and Zayn sat in the living room. An awkward silence rested upon them, mostly because Liam wouldn´t speak when Niall was near. Suddenly Zayn stood up.
“I’m going and try to get us some food,” he said. “I’ve no idea where Harry and Louis is, but I honestly don’t want to know. I´ll just order pizza. Niall, shut your mouth, I promise I’ll buy the whole menu only for you. Liam, what do you want?”
“No, please, you don't have to,” Niall exclaimed. “I mean, stay here and call our lovebirds Larry instead. I, um, kind of, want to talk, and tell jokes or anything. Stay, really, you should stay.”
“No, it´ll not take long,” Zayn insisted. “You said yourself that your eyes bled after you saw them snog. You don’t want to see it again. So, Liam, tell me which damn pizza you want.”
Liam was silent, refusing to say anything.
“Oh, whatever. Blame yourself if you hate the food I order.”
Zayn was gone before any of them could protest a second time. Liam was stubbornly busy watching his feet.
“He only left us because want us to be alone,” Niall said. “But really, we need to talk.”
“Oh, we need to talk? Right, you expect me to talk when you wasted a kiss just to proof… Nothing. You kissed me when you were fully aware of that it didn´t mean anything? Do you usually kiss people to proof exactly nothing, huh?”
Liam screamed, voice full of fury. Niall didn´t know what to say.

You could tell Simon was devastaded. He stood up and walked back and forth in the room. His veins was pounding. It was really scary. "This isn't happening," he said, putting his palm on his forehead. "Do you have any idea what this could mean? This could ruin the entire thing! My sweet money ... Oh Lord!"
Harry felt Louis' hand in his and squeezed it tightly, almost breaking it. He mouthed 'sorry' to Louis when he realised, and gave him a quick smile to calm him down. Though the situation was quite serious, Harry had never felt such a strong connection to his boyfriend before. And he realised, that he had to do everything he could to protect him. To protect this.
"Excuse me sir, we're really sorry of course," he started, "but couldn't this be a good thing? It could give us more fans. I suppose it could give us less as well but ... If this becomes a thing, people will notice it. And if they notice us, they will notice the band. Am I right, sir?"
"I must say, you have a point," Simon admitted. "But all the people aren't forgiving. And will you please stop holding hands, it's disgusting!"
"Oh, sorry," Harry said, reluctantly letting go of Louis' hand.
It was quiet for a while.
"I suppose you have my blessing. But please turn it down a little bit in public," Simon sighed.
Harry was so happy he couldn't breathe. He and Louis looked at each other at the same time and both smiled and laughed and even cried for a bit.
"We should go. Nice to see you, Simon," Harry rambled, without even meaning it. All he wanted was a moment with his boyfriend.
Louis and him rushed out of the room. As soon as they were out of the office, Harry took the opportunity to kiss Louis' lips, deep and passionate. He had been wanting this for so long, and now Simon was okay with it.
"I love you Lou," he said in an exhale, smiling bigger than he ever had before. This was the best day of his life.

(HA SE VAD JAG GJORDE DÄR! JAG HAR SKRIVIT!)

When they finally reached the One Direction household Zayn was there heavily carrying three pizza boxes. He almost tripped when he saw Harry and Louis.
"Where the hell have you been?" he exclaimed. "Please say you didn't have a silly romantic date full of exchanging PDA. If that, you can go straight into our house and pretend that nothing happened".
He wished, Louis thought.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but Simon called us in for a little talk and we kinda told him that we're dating", Louis said casually.
Let's say, if Zayn drank something, which he fortunately didn't, his T-shirt would be soaking wet.
"Excuse me?" he stuttered eyes big as golf balls. "Y-you can't be serious, right?"
The "newly blessed" couple just nodded.
"And what did he say then?" Zayn cried. "You can't just stay there and not say a word!"
"Well, Simon accepts us, but requested us to keep it down when we're in public. But basically he took it well, better than Liam at least."
Zayn stared at Louis as he spoke.
"So you can't come out?"
"I actually don't know", Harry said. "We honestly didn't talk about it, he just told us to turn it down bit, so I guess he needs time. But, by the way, isn't it a little bit too dangerous to leave Niall and Liam alone? Liam is constantly prepared to rip Niall in peaces, and we all love our Nialler so... What were you thinking?"
Harry looked so cute when he was confused. That little wrinkle between his eyes were totally adorable. Louis felt like he could melt on the spot just looking at Harry, how silly it may sound.
"I think they need to sort things out, and I was hungry so I walked to the nearest pizzeria. Problems doesn't solve itselves. And we'll see if Nialls corpse is hidden behind the couch. Questions? Then, I suggest we should go inside before the food gets cold and nasty."
All three of them entered the house, which was quite, except for some muffled noises from the living room. Hopefully it wasn't Liam in his attempt to choke Niall.
It wasn't something less suprising, though.
Zayn squeled and dropped the pizza boxes, when he saw the odd sight.
There, on the sofa, fortunately sitting, Niall and Liam were busy in a fierce kiss, arms tangled. They sprung apart when the boxes hit the floor.
"Oh... I see you've brought food", Liam said.
Damn, this was embarrassing.

(OMG JAA DU SKREV OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG YEEEEESSS TACK UNDERBARA MÄNNISKA ILU ILU)

(Okej, du är underbar på många sätt förutom det, men ändå)

Harry frowned at the two boys, biting his lip. He hadn't expected it happening, considering all the fighting between the two.
After a painfully awkward silence, Zayn spoke up. "So, should we start eating then?" he suggested, and all of them agreed.
Harry grabbed his, sitting down on the armchair opposite of the couch. The room was agonisingly silent and no one dared to speak for about five minutes when Niall suddenly spoke up.
"What were you on about outside? We heard Zayn yelling outside."
"Oh, um, Simon knows about us," Harry replied, blushing.
Niall almost spit out his pizza. "Shit!" he cursed. "Well, how did he react?"
"Not bad, at least not as bad as we thought he would," Louis said after having been quiet for a long time. "He told us to keep it down, but that it was okay and stuff."
Niall smiled. "This is amazing! Now you don't have to be scared anymore!"
Liam smiled jealously in the corner of the room.

(FÖRLÅT FÖR KORT MEN AHH VET INTE VAD JAG SKA SKRIVA MER UGH)