Harry went to his bedroom and closed the door, dropping the towel from his waist. He slipped on clean underwear and picked out a pair of tan trousers and slid them on. He added a brown leather belt and put on a white v-neck and navy blazer.
Harry towel dried his hair before opening the door. He thought he looked alright and walked out of his room.

He looked to the kitchen and saw Zayn talking to Louis, he tried to listen in.
"You did a great job Lou, you really fucked him up, and you know what the worst thing of all is?" Zayn poked at Louis, who didn't answer his question.
"Worst of all, he's trying to act like he's fine. He shouldn't have to feel that way. He didn't do anything wrong, you did. You know better Louis!" Zayn was harsh and Harry could see Louis' guilt ridden expression as he peered into the kitchen again.
"I don't know what to say… or do. I don't know how to fix this. Harry won't forget what we did, I'm pretty sure I was the first person to-" Zayne interrupted, "don't, I know what you did and yes, you were his first with that experience." Harry's cheeks flushed, he backed up against the wall and listened more.
"Do you think he'll ever forgive me?" Louis asked Zayn.
"You need to talk to him, figure out a way to resolve this. We go on tour soon, we can't risk this kind of bad blood."
Harry didn't want to talk, but he didn't want to avoid Louis for the rest of his singing career.
"I just don't want Harry to think I regret last night. I know I should've stopped, but Zayn, I've been thinking about him 'that' way for awhile, last night, I couldn't stop looking at him, he was so sweet… I can't explain it. I needed to know that we could be more, that we were- are more than best friends." Harry had poked his head around the corner again and watched Louis as he spoke. He wouldn't look at Zayn, he looked at the ground, spilling his feelings, and fiddled with his fingers.
"Harry doesn't know that. He thinks you see him as a joke. You left him Lou, He was vulnerable and confused. He's not just some fuck buddy okay? He IS your best friend, but he's your best friend who adores the shit out of you." Harry didn't want Zayn sharing what he was feeling. He felt like it was wrong, it should come from him. He should spill his own secrets, not a 3rd party.

"Can you stop talking about me now?" Harry asked, walking into the kitchen.
Louis' eyes were wide and Zayn shut up and stared at him.
"If anyone is going to tell Louis how I feel, it should be me." Harry directed his comment to Zayn, who put his hands up in surrender.
"Thank you." Harry smiled a little at Zayn.
"Louis, we do need to talk, and I don't think you regret last night, but I don't know why, or how it happened. You've never expressed you feel that way about me… or any guy for that matter. Then you left and apologized? I still don't understand that." Harry no longer felt embarrassed talking to Louis and Zayn about last night.
"Harry, we've always been close, but even Zayn can say that we don't have a normal friendship." Louis stopped to look closely at Harry.
"He's right, you two are weird together, you cuddle on the couch, wear each others clothes, you do everything together… the whole "Larry Stylinson" thing is a 'thing' for a reason." Zayn tried to make Harry see there were signs of Louis' feelings all along.
"See, it didn't happen out of nowhere. I don't feel this way, or ever have felt this way about anyone before, boy or girl. I had to go, I looked at you after and saw how vulnerable you were, how I took advantage of that. I'm older, I knew better, but I didn't stop, how could I, when you begged me not to?" Harry's cheeks flushed dark red. "Lou! Zayn doesn't need to know that!"
"I really don't." Zayn added.
"My point is that I wanted to give you what you wanted… wanted at the time. I didn't want to stop, but once I did, I felt so guilty, like I'd taken something from you. I knew I'd be your first with something like that, I knew I didn't deserve to be… I apologized because I was sorry for taking something from you, when you deserved so much more." Louis was near tears, he felt so horrible.
"Louis," Harry stepped closer to the guilt ridden boy in front of him, "I've been dreaming of that night for weeks. I wanted you to be the first…my first. I wanted you… I still want you."

Zayn watched the boys as they spoke. Louis smiled at Harry's words, "You mean that?" Louis asked.
"Of course I do." Harry's lips turned up into a cheeky smile.
"Zayn, I'm going to kiss him now." Louis told Zayn, before stepping closer to Harry. Zayn covered his eyes and smiled. He was happy for the boys.
Louis looked at the dark haired, olive-skinned boy and chuckled, before turning to Harry. He kissed him lightly on the lips and cupped his face in his hands. Harry pulled him closer and nearly forgot Zayn, Niall and Liam were in the flat with them.
Louis pulled back and the two smiled at each other.
Louis took Zayn's hands from his face, "You can look now." The three laughed together. Everything would be okay… but now to tell Niall and Liam.

~

The three boys decided not to tell Liam and Niall anything about Louis and Harry until they were sure they were going to be more than friends and could eventually handle the press and media, telling the whole world they were more than band mates.
They'd started their tour around the US and Louis and Harry agreed not to act as anything more than friends.
One Direction was at their second date in Los Angeles, California.
Five minutes before the show the boys were doing warm ups and shaking off nerves.
"Everybody ready?" Liam asked the group, being Daddy Direction. They nodded and got ready to run on stage.
Fans were screaming and holding signs up, shouting "ONE DIRECTION!"
The five boys ran on stage, the screams got significantly louder… which seemed impossible.
The first song 'Taken' went smooth, and they continued into the second, 'Gotta Have You' and then took a short break to interact with fans and poke a bit of fun at each other on stage.

The show ended with a bang, they performed brilliantly.
Backstage they hugged each other and complimented one another on their performances.
Louis hugged Harry tightly, getting lost in the contact, Zayn coughed and they broke apart. Louis and Harry tried to play it cool, but they'd started to realize losing the contact they usually had, wasn't going to be easy.

By the time the boys were in the Midwest, they'd had close calls of Liam or Niall finding out about what was happening. Zayn nearly spilled beans… TWICE, and Harry and Louis were growing impatient.
It was getting harder to hide, any other outsider could've seen it right away, the way Louis and Harry looked at each other, when one spoke, the other was fully engaged, nothing was better than the other.
They felt bad for hiding it all from Niall and Liam, but they wanted to wait until the tour was over and they were back in London.