“Harry? Harry!”

I blink as I snap out of my trance, looking at Niall next to me. “Sorry,” I mutter, shaking my head as I exhale, dragging my hands down my face. I can’t help but glance back over at the reason for my zoning out: you.

We’re all taking the individual photos today for the deluxe book of our next album, Made in the AM. You’re up at the moment, the camera flashing while the photographer gives you directions for how to pose against the white backdrop. It’s obvious you couldn’t care less about being here, yet you still look absolutely angelic without even hardly trying.

We’ve known each for over 5 years at this point, after we were all grouped into the band on X-Factor in 2010, and naturally are best friends just like we are with everyone else in the band. However it’s always felt just ever so slightly different between us. I know I’m not delusional, either.

Friends don’t look at each other like we do. Friends don’t spoon on the couch to take a quick nap. Friends don’t avoid serious relationships with other people. Friends don’t- you get the point.

Not like anything could happen between us, though. Even if I’m correct on my suspicions, which I know I am, management would throw a fit if we got together. The slightest rumor on twitter would probably send Simon to the ER.