It was fast approaching the launch day of Westlife; soon questions were going to be asked about the band's relationships Bryan and me were going to be found out. For weeks prior to the actual launch Bryan and I contemplated the pros and cons of going public with our relationship, we both decided that if the question arose that none of us would deny it; but in myself I was thinking about the effects it could have had on his career, I wasn’t worried about hate-mail or things like that, I mean if Boyzone’s following was anything to go by then I knew that the fans weren’t all about looks etc, most of them liked the music, and why would they not, they all sounded so amazing, and I wasn’t just saying that because Bryan was mine, I truly thought that they were brilliant, and I knew from the receptions at the gigs I’d been to that many others thought so too. I didn’t know if what was going to happen was going to effect Bryan’s career in any way, but what I did know was that the promise I made to myself of letting go if things got difficult became increasingly worrying, even thinking it was unbearable, but maybe one day I would be forced with the fact of losing him.

This was all beginning to feel selfishly unfair, but then what was I to do, Bryan and me were going to be on different levels. Sure I had covered a few big stories in my time, but I knew straightaway that the media buzz around Westlife was a lot more than just a little fad; I knew that they were going to make it. Was our love enough to stand everything, we had been together for a few months, and our relationship bared it, but would it last, I knew that at the end of the day Bryan and I were in love and if that was anything to go by then yes! We would be able to get through it all, even if it meant sleepless nights of endless talking; I was prepared for it all, as was Keely. Keely and me discussed a lot of this, and we knew that we loved each of our partners enough; we’d stand it through, all the way, no matter what.