The first time Harry and Louis almost kissed, Harry wasn’t expecting it, at all. He’d known he was in love with Louis right from the start of The X Factor, but he never thought Louis felt the same way. Sure, Louis had always been closer with Harry, and he’d always been extra touchy, but Harry always just thought that was his thing, since they were such good friends.
The first time Harry thought they almost kissed, they were backstage, waiting to do an interview. Liam, Niall and Zayn were eating and going to the bathroom, so it was just Harry and Louis in the dressing room, waiting. Harry decided to be annoying, and take Louis phone from him. He snatched it out of Louis hand, and he smirked when Louis whined for Harry to give it back.
“Harryyyyy,” Louis whined again.
“Louissssss,” Harry mocked him.
“Give it backkkk,” Louis kept whining.
“Noooo,” Harry teased. He held Louis phone above his head, spinning around every time Louis came up to him. Louis pushed Harry down on the couch, and straddled his legs on either side of Harry. The mood changed very quickly from teasing, to almost sexual tension. Harry was still holding Louis’ phone, and Louis was looking deep into Harry’s eyes, like he had forgotten about getting his phone back.
“Harry,” Louis whispered.
Harry froze, though he was sure Louis could hear his heart beating out of his chest. Still looking Harry deep in the eyes, Louis ran his fingers up Harry’s arm, causing Harry to get goose bumps, and Louis took his phone from Harry’s hand. He slid it back in his pocket, but Louis didn’t move. Harry was frozen, staring into Louis’ eyes, wanting to close the short gap between their lips.
“Lou,” Harry nearly whimpered, needing to be even closer to Louis than he already was. Louis slowly leaned in, and Harry closed his eyes, anticipating the feeling of Louis’ lips on his.
“Haz, Lou!” Zayn called opening the door. Louis jumped off of Harry, and Harry’s eyes flew open, while he jumped off the couch, fixing his clothes, trying to hide his blush. “Let’s go, we’re almost on!” Zayn said, and they all left the room without another word.
The second time Louis and Harry almost kissed, Harry thought he was losing his mind. The boys were all over at Harry and Louis’ flat, hang out, drinking a little. For the first time, Louis didn’t drink at all. Harry didn’t drink too much, but the other three boys did. They were all lying on top of each other, while Harry and Louis just laughed. Harry rolled his eyes, and walked out to the balcony to get some fresh air.
He was standing with his hands on the railing, just looking at the night sky, when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist. He shivered, and turned around to smile at Louis.
“Hey,” Louis said,
“Hi,” Harry smiled back.
“Harry, how drunk are you?” Louis asked quietly.
“Not very drunk, why?” Harry asked.
“Do you think it’ll affect your memory?” He asked again, still holding Harry around the waist.
“Probably not,” Harry said. He felt slightly drunk, but nothing bad. “Why?” He asked.
“I wanted to try something,” He whispered.
