Worth Fighting For

Chapter Three

A/N - Friendship becomes... something more. (Niall called it) (So did Zayn) (And Liam)

Ok so I already have a ton of prepped parts so I figured why not post another to get anyone who's actually reading this well and truly hooked?

This chapter is dedicated, as all are, to Madison (@madisonfluers) cause i kinda love her so. 

Things pretty much returned to normal after Louis' stunt a few days ago. He'd gotten scolded pretty bad by Simon, apologized many times over to a worried Harry and assured him he was fine, but then life went on. He never told anyone the reason he had to leave. He needed to talk to his mum, was what he said. He just didn't say that it was because of Harry. He'd been drawn to the boy since the moment he saw him, and being put in a band, around him 24/7 hadn't helped at all. There was no doubt in Louis' mind now. He was falling for Harry Styles. Hard.

"Good lord look at that hair though!" Louis exclaimed in a hushed whisper, pointing to a picture of a very fluffy-haired Harry at his job in a bakery back home. Harry groans and buries Louis' shoulder, a flush visible on the back of his neck. It's late at night and most of the other boys are asleep already, but Louis and Harry are huddled in Harry's bunk, giggling over old photos of themselves they asked their mums to send. "Oh c'mon mate, you were bloody adorable," Louis says, nudging Harry's head with his shoulder. The boy just groans embarrassedly in response.

"Can we switch to you now, please?" Harry begs, turning to look at Louis.

"No, no I wanna see more of young Harold," Louis insists. But then Harry pouts at him and god, Louis just cannot say no to that face. So with a heavy sigh, he hands Harry back the box of photos from his mum and reaches over to grab his own. He pulls off the lid, slightly scared of what his mother's sent. He sighs in relief when they aren't too awful- mostly just pictures of him with his sisters. Though there's one of him as a toddler, in a giant coat out in the snow that sends Harry into a proper fit.

Then Harry freezes beside Louis while looking at the next picture. It's a selfie of Louis and his ex-girlfriend, and for some reason it makes Harry look like he's about to throw up.

"Oh. Um. That's Hannah," Louis explains softly, trying to ignore Harry's reaction to the photo of him with the blonde girl.

"Oh," is all he says.

"We- we aren't together anymore though. Not since this all began," Louis continues. "It wasn't fair to her."

"Oh." Silence. Then, "d'you love her?" Harry's voice is small, scared, and he looks more vulnerable than he ever has before when he looks at Louis. Louis can't help it if his gaze drops to Harry's lips for a send before flicking back to his eyes.

"No. Don't think I ever did to be honest," he admits. Harry nods and bites his lower lip. Louis swears Harry's eyes drop to Louis' lips, but it was so fast he might've imagined it. And then Harry's emerald green eyes are staring into Louis' and he can barely even form a proper thought.

"Then why were you with her?"

"Thought I was supposed to be. Never felt right, though," Louis whispers. He's staring at Harry now- he can't help it. He wants to kiss him so badly but-

And then Harry's leaning forward, slowly, tentatively. He brushes his lips against Louis, just barely, but it's all the encouragement Louis needs to surge forward, one hand moving to the back of Harry's neck as he finally finally kisses him. All too soon, Harry's pulling away and a cold rush runs through Louis' veins- it was too much, it wasn't what Harry wanted, he was wrong. But then,