“We need to talk about it, y’know,” I say softly, my chin resting on top of your head. Your head is tucked into my chest, and normally I would think you were passed out by now, but your hands lightly tracing my arm tattoos shows that you’re still with me. Although, after my words, I feel your movements pause.

“C’mon. Talk to me.” I exhale, shifting to press a kiss to your temple.

We’re currently in my hotel room, limbs tangled together underneath the fluffy comforter. It’s been a couple months of us secretly being in a relationship behind the other guys backs.

Mostly Zayn, seeing as you’re his sister.

The only time we really get to see each other is when you manage to convince Zayn to bring you out with us. It’s worked perfectly so far, except now we’ve hit a little snag.

Zayn broke the news that he’s leaving the band.

With the obvious fact that this changes a lot for the band itself, it also has its own impact on us. Now, seeing as Zayn won’t be traveling with us anymore, you have no reason to be with us as well. So we can either go fully long distance…

Or break the news to everyone, and Zayn, in order to make our relationship work.