After a few minutes, I drop free of the hug and go to search for my bags with Harry. We walk close, occasionally bumping arms together. He puts his arms across my shoulder and I got tingles up and down my spine.

Calm down Lou. My mind presses. He doesn't feel that way about you. Don't forget the reason why this vacation was possible...

-Two Weeks Earlier-

Harry and I woke up in the same bed together, again. It's not like we did anything. We were only in our boxers and completely tangled up in one another. Harry had his arms around my waist pulling me close to his chest and our legs were wrapped up together. Feeling his warm body pressed up against mine was an indescribable feeling. This is usually normal for us, sleeping in the same bed and cuddling all night, so why did it feel so different? Harry breathed down my neck and that's when the nerves started to kick in. I slid out of the bed carefully, without waking up Harry and tip toed to the bathroom we shared across the hall.

Taking off my boxers, I turned on the hot water and stepped in.You can't feel this way about Harry, it's not right. He is straight and you guys are just best mates.I stood there feeling the comfort of the water and started washing my hair, as if massaging the soap into my scalp would make the thoughts of Harry go away.You need to do something about this Lou. You need to stop this before it continues. This could ruin the whole band's career if you don't. Think about someone other than yourself for once. I rinsed the shampoo out of my brown hair and washed the rest of my body. I stood there knowing what I had to do.

I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off with the closest towel. Ugh, I forgot my clothes. I wrapped the towel around my hips and sneaked back into my room hoping and praying that Harry was still asleep. With no luck whatsoever, He was awake and lying across the top of the covers resting his head against the headboard. Shit.

"Morning Boo." Harry said in his husky morning voice with a smirk on his face. Damn him, for being so irresistible.

"Morning Haz." I said cooly. I started to search the room for clothes to wear. I grabbed a pair of fresh underwear, beige chinos, and a comfy gray stretchy t-shirt. I looked up to see Harry standing up and stop a few feet away, just staring at me. He walked closer with a mischevious grin on his face and I cautiously took a couple steps back to avoid becoming to close to him. I only stopped backing up when I was against the wall.

"Why so nervous Lou?" Harry asked cheekily, while still walking towards me. He was still dressed in his boxers and nothing else. He was less than a foot away, when he placed each arm on the wall by the sides of my head, making my escape impossible. He pressed his body against mine. My breath hitched and chills shot down my spine; the good kind.

"Harry, what the hell are you doing?" I said trying to avoid eye contact. Deep inside I didn't want him to move, but I realized that if he didn't he'd figure out that I felt something more than friendship towards him. Harry placed his hands on my naked waist and brought his lips to my ear. His lips brushed against my ear and I just stopped breathing all together. Fight this Louis, you feel nothing other towards Harry. You are best mates that is all. Harry laughs, his warm breath against my ear. and whispers.

"Need any help getting dressed?" He pulled his head back to look in my eyes. I must be redder than a tomato. His face twitches and Harry starts laughing uncontrollably. I push him off of me, hitting his chest hard with my hands.

"Thanks but I'm good." I mumbled and ran into the bathroom, so he couldn't see the hurt on my face. I know it sounds wrong, but I honestly wouldn't mind help getting dressed if he was the one helping me.This is why you have to go, you need to destroy these feelings.

I washed my face, thinking it would help me calm down and rid my face of my pink blushing cheeks. I quickly threw my clothes on and walked out of the room. Trying to avoid eye contact when I walked back in the room, I grabbed my phone and keys and walked down stairs, stealthily avoiding Harry. I quickly put on my gray TOMS and yelled "I'm going out, I'll be back later!" and before Harry could answer from wherever he was, I closed the door and hopped quickly into my car. I pulled out my phone and called the number I only called in emergencies.

In about an hour I arrived at my deisred destination. Nerves started to kick in. I walked into the official looking building and stopped at the reception desk. I smiled at the familiar looking woman named Rose. Rose was fairly young, I would say 24, maybe 25. Most men would've found her very attractive, except i'm not like most men. She had shoulder length dirty blonde hair and big green eyes. Harry has the same eyes...they're beautiful. Stop thinking about Harry, Louis. My mind mentally slapped itself.

"Good Morning Mr. Tomlinson, He's in his office waiting for you." Rose said smiling, I shot her a wink and made my way to the big glass elevator.

I went up to the 12th floor and made a left down the hallway and stopped at the familiar looking black door. You can do this Louis, you have to. Holding my breath, I knocked gently on the door twice. A few seconds later I heard a voice telling me to come in. This was it.

I slowly entered the room closing the door lightly behind me, I walked up to the intimidating black mahogony desk, and forced my self to speak.

"Hello Simon, long time no see." I said nervously.

"Louis! Always a pleasure. Sit sit sit." I took a seat in the white chair in front on his desk. "You sounded upset on the phone. What's up? Where are the boys? Where's Harry? You two are practically joint at the hip. Did something happen?"

I took a deep breath and said "Yes, Simon something did happen..." and I told him everything and when I say everything, I really mean everything. I told him how I felt about Harry, the way I feel when I'm around him, I even told him the little "episode" that occurred this morning when I got out of the shower. It felt nice to get everything of my chest, but a little weird considering it was Simon I was telling all this to. He was nice to talk to though, he just nodded and listened to my entire story, never interupting.He took a deep breayth as if to speak, but before he could answer, I told him...

"Look I know your probably confused or maybe even pissed or possibly disgusted, but I need your help. I need to stop feeling this way, It could ruin our careers. I can't ruin Zayn's, and Niall's, and Liam's and Harry's career over a stupid crush on my best friend. I'm begging you, please help me."

Simon sat there for a second looking proud. He laughed a little bit before speaking.

" I knew this was going to happen,you and Harry,well let's face it you have something. That's why I am extremely proud that you would come to me right now. I'm not disgusted or pissed or anything,but you ARE right." he emphasized. " This could ruin your careers...so here's what we are gonna do..."


The moment I went to Simon replayed in my head as me and Harry walked across the airport carrying my bags. I went away with my family to get away from Harry, thinking that the feelings would disappear after some time apart.Wrong.If anything, it's only made me want Harry more than ever. I looked up at his curly brown hair and bright green eyes and I knew. I'm in love with Harry Styles and I'm not going to do anything about it.


A/N I was kind of at a loss of what to write for a chapter two...and then this popped into my head in a dream. I Know it's not brilliant but i think it works....Let me know whatcha think :D

-Vera <3

Oh and P.S. There will be more of the other boys in the next chapters... ! <3