"You two have to break up."
I stared at the man, I felt as if he just pulled my heart out of my chest and ripped it to shreds.
Harry became mad. "No."
The fat man's face was unreadable. "You don't have a choice, this could ruin your career. Do you really want people thinking you are in a relationship with your sister?"
Harry stood up from his chair and slammed his hands on the table. "I don't give a fuck about what they think! I love Lily and I don't plan on breaking up with her to make a bunch of people I don't know happy!"
The two men watched Harry's outburst, not saying anything. I had to calm him down.
"Harry, I am not letting you risk your career for me." Luckily Harry became a little less tense and sat down. I turned to the two men. "I can be with Harry in private right? And can we still be seen out together, I mean we are related?" I was so desperate for a catch.
The skinny man shook his head. "No, we do not want you to have any sort of relationship with Harry, private or public, besides a sibling one." Harry was about to shout something else but I quickly took his hand under the table. The man continued speaking: "You are only allowed to be seen out with Harry if you are with other people."
I couldn't believe how unfair this was, just when Harry and I got back together, we have to break up. We both stood up to leave, but the men interrupted us.
"Just one more thing before you go…" Harry and I turned to face the fat man and waited for him to speak.
"You now are in a relationship with Zayn to make sure that your fans know that you are not with Harry, and that the pictures of you two together was innocent family time together."
I looked at Harry, watching his reaction. He stood there, looking at the floor. I wanted to run up and hug him so badly, and help ease his pain, but I couldn't. Stupid, stupid management.
Harry and I walked out of the building, and drove back to our hotel, not saying a word. We opened the door to our hotel room and Harry grabbed me, wrapping his arms around me. It felt so amazing to be in his arms.
"Babe, I am not letting go of you that easily. You mean too much to me to care what those fools say. We may have to be a little distant in public, but behind closed doors, you are all mine.", Harry said while holding onto me for dear life.
"I love you, Harry."
"I love you more." We sat in silence for a few minutes until Harry spoke up again. "Just please, don't get any feelings for him."
I looked up at Harry. "Who?"
I laughed at his response. "Zayn is only a friend, Harry. When I kissed hima few days ago, it felt so wrong. You are the only boy for me."
Harry sighed, relieved. "I can't believe I am agreeing to this, Lil. You don't have to do this, ya know. I would choose you over my career in a heartbeat."
I shook my head sadly. "I know, and I love you for that, but I can't let you ruin all of your dreams. We will work through this together, and I promise in the end we will be together."
Harry kissed me and took me to bed.
I woke up to a hectic schedule. First, we had an early concert for some event, then we had a meeting, then an interview, and then we had to go back on the tour bus to the next event.
I got ready for my opening act in my dressing room, avoiding everyone at all costs. I don't know if the rest of the boys found out about the news, but I didn't want to break it to them. It was hard enough thinking that I had to hold Zayn's hand in public instead of Harry's. I got on stage, did my performance, ignoring the few people who had hate signs for me (I guess the news about me and Harry was everywhere by now…), and ran off. I wanted to stay clear of any confrontations about the whole ordeal so I hung out in my dressing room while I waited for the boys to finish with the concert so we could go to the meeting.
I was not the happiest girl in as we walked back in the management office that was already too familiar for my liking. I already knew what the meeting was going to be about and I didn't like it one bit. We opened the conference room's door to reveal the two people that recently made my life a living hell.