You're part of One Direction.

You were slouched in the leather chair, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. The meeting room felt cold and sterile, a stark contrast to the warmth you always found in Harry's company. But today, even Harry's presence couldn’t ease the chill running down your spine.

Across the table sat their manager, a stack of papers in hand and an expression too serious for anyone's comfort.

"You two," The manager started, his tone harsh. "have to tone it down."

Harry straightened in his seat, his emerald eyes narrowing. "Tone what down?" He asked softly yet somewhat defiant.

"The touching, the hugging, the looks," The manager clarified. "The fans are getting ideas. There are already rumours about your... relationship." He spat the word as though it were toxic.