A Night in Hollywood

There was one month left of shooting until all scenes were finished and the movie was ready to begin getting edited. That meant one more month with Harry as a co-worker. And then... What?

Louis was sure their thing wouldn't end, but he couldn't help but feel it was final, in some way. Maybe it should be their final. Yes, Louis liked Harry, but Louis wasn't confident that Harry liked him back in the same way, so perhaps once work was over, he would end it before he got a chance to get his heart broken.

Louis was very bad at confronting his problems.

Of course, there was the option that Harry also liked Louis, but Louis didn't find that very believable. And even, if Harry did like Louis, what would happen then? Louis wasn't looking for a relationship. No matter what the insects in his stomach told him, this was something Louis knew. He didn't want to get broken again. He wasn't sure he would be able to pick up the pieces after Harry.

Jacob was one thing, but Harry was... Harry was Harry. Amazing, astounding Harry.

Louis would break it off, he decided, sometime after shooting finished. Their PR relationship would continue till after the movie had hit theatres, but Louis couldn't wait till then. He was unsure how much he was going to end up allowing himself to feel if he waited till then.

So that settled it. Louis was breaking up his and Harry's casual thing. They could still be friends, but the lines in their arrangement had gotten blurred, and Louis could truly feel the heartbreak coming. He would prevent it.

Now he was just going to allow himself to enjoy this last month together. He could be selfish in that way.

February was probably the best month of Louis' life. Work was great. He and Harry worked great on-screen (and off-screen) and Harry even had gotten better at not being a stuck-up prick on set. Louis often went out for drinks with his friends, and Harry often tagged along.

Niall often sent Louis knowing glares when Harry was out with them, but Louis just shrugged it off. He knew what Niall meant. One day he even pulled Louis aside.

"Get your fucking shit together, Louis, and talk to him."

But Louis couldn't see how and he instead just saw the days ticking closer till the end of the month. Till the end of Harry.

All his mornings were spent in bed with Harry, often naked, sometimes quiet, sometimes loud. Louis hated how much he didn't want it to end. But it had to.

And then there was that one day when Louis realised that he was done for. That his feelings for Harry were even bigger than what he had felt for Jacob.

It was a Tuesday in the middle of February and they were out on a pap walk in LA on Henry's orders. Everything was normal. They were walking hand in hand—Louis couldn't help feeling so utterly content—and then they passed a woman with a dog.

It was a very large golden retriever, and it seemed to think that Harry was a very nice person to go over and talk to (and lick on—Louis secretly agreed). The woman tried to stop the dog, hissing, "Max, no! Bad dog!"

But the dog apparently wasn't very used to listening to his owner and instead began circling around Harry's legs.

Harry chuckled amusedly and let go of Louis' hand. "Hello, there," he said as he reached down to scratch behind the dog's ear. "How are you?"

And how couldn't anyone just not love Harry Styles?

So.

There was that.

The realisation hit Louis harder than anything else in his life.

He was in love with Harry Styles.