Look Before You Fall

This Is My First Fanfic,I Really Hope You Guys Enjoy This :D
It does have cuss words so just a warning ;)
Jess was madly in love with Harry Styles. She had been going through some issues with him. But when Harry asks Jess to open up for One Direction and come on tour with him, she finds out something that broke her heart. She also finds out that she ruined Liam's relationship with his girlfriend but might have started one with her self and Liam. And does she have 2 boys fight over her. Or 3? All Jess knows is,she needs to look before she falls in love...with anyone.


22. Chapter 22


“Well, do you?”

“Of course I like Liam,” I replied, shakily, not being able to look Harry directly in the eyes. He seemed to have tightened his grip around me, and I didn’t want to move anyhow.

“Are you sure, Jess?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” Even though I wasn’t, I said so anyways. “Well, do you like Madison?”

“Sure I do!” 

“Okay.” I didn’t believe him. I watched him carefully, and this time he was the one trying to look away. She wondered if he dated Madison to make her jealous. Because that’s initially why she started dating Liam. Which sounds awful. She was a terrible person, she couldn’t stress that enough.

“Just tell me,” Harry whispered, “that you love me.”

“Why?” I wondered. I knew why. He just wanted to hear it. He just wanted to know that I was still there. But, I was afraid to say it right now. The atmosphere was so different, so tense right now. I was scared that I would forget about my senses, and fall for him all over again. 

“Do you love me?” he said, ignoring my question.

I hesitated for a moment. Then I said, “you know the answer.”

“Please, just say it out loud. I want to know it’s real.”

He seemed so desperate to hear that he was wanted. That he still had something with me. 

“I love you, Harry,” I whispered. He stared at me, my eyes filling with tears. I love you, I love you, I love you. I wish I could have you but I can’t. I can’t let myself give in. I just couldn’t. 

“Jessie, I love you. For always.”

I felt myself get closer to him, but just as I was about to brush my lips against his, I saw Madison out of the corner of my eye. I pulled back and looked towards her. 

Her eyes were piercing through me, right through my heart.


It was the next morning, and I was lying on my bed thinking of what I should do today. Should I talk to Harry? Should I talk to Liam and patch things up? Wouldn’t talking to Liam just be wrong, especially since my feelings were more jumbled up than ever?

I sighed, opening and closing my eyes, hoping I could go back to sleep. I heard someone knock on my door. No use in pretending I was asleep.

“Come in,” I muttered.

The door swung open and there stood Louis. His hair was messed up, and he was still in his pyjamas. 

“Just got up?” he wondered.

“Yes, you?”


He came to sit on the edge of my bed. He stared at me, smiling kindly. I watched him, knowing he had something important to say.


“Jess, look,” he said, trying to collect his thoughts. He seemed to have practiced what he wanted to say for a bit. “I love you like a sister. You know that, right?”

I nodded.

“And I only want the best for you. I am looking out for your happiness,” he told me, placing a hand on my shoulder reassuringly. “I love that you’re with Liam, and when you’re together he seems to make you happy, I guess. But, happy doesn’t seem to be good enough for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Yeah, you look content and comfortable when you’re with Liam, but other people exist when you’re with him. When you’re with Harry, you guys act like no one else exists. Like no one in the world could ever distract you from him.”

“I guess, but he slept with someone else -“

“I know,” he replied, sighing. “I wish he hadn’t done that. But, I wish you knew how miserable he looked when you weren’t there with him. He doesn’t seem like he can survive a second without you, and that’s how I know he loves you. I know he regrets cheating on you, and it’s still wrong, but I’m just saying that maybe you should hear him out.”

I looked at him, contemplating what Louis had just said. He was so right, his words were so true, but my fears were stopping me.

“I’m scared,” I admitted. “That I’ll fall all over again, and then I’ll make the same mistake as last time. It’s so frustrating because I still love him, Louis. I just don’t want to go through that pain again.”

“I know,” he said, patting me. “But, sometimes - sometimes, you just have to take the risk and jump.”

I nodded, and he got up. He walked out of the room and I was left to collect my thoughts. I had made up my mind that I was going to talk to Harry first. I got up and left my room. I went into the hallway and just as I was about to go in, I heard shouting from inside his room.

“Madison, please - it’s not like that!” Harry shouted.

“Oh please, Harry! I’m really not an idiot. You guys still like each other. There’s something there! There always has been!” she yelled back.

“No, please, we’re just friends!”

“Harry, stop it. Stop lying to me. It’s only going to make things worse.”

“Madison - I’m sorry. Please, I promise you, there’s nothing going on -“

“I see the way you look at her! Harry, you look at her like time has just stopped for you guys.”

There was silence from Harry.

“And she looks at you the same way,” Madison said, her voice shaking. It sounded like she was holding back tears. I felt a pang of sympathy towards her. 

“No, Madison -“

“Do you know what hurts the most?” she asked, and there was more silence. “What hurts the most is that you’ve never once looked at me that way.”

Now, she was really crying. I felt awful. I was responsible for this fight - I was responsible for breaking another girl’s heart that now needed mending. 

“Just admit that you’re in love with her,” she said, taking in a deep breath.

Harry hesitated for a moment, but he didn’t admit it. All he said was “I’m sorry.”

She threw open the door, shaking her head. “Yeah, me too.”

She left the room, brushing past me - not saying anything surprisingly. I peered through the open door and Harry stood there, his hands in his face. I walked through the door and cupped his face in my hands.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

He looked up at me, and we looked at each other for a few moments, stillness engulfing us. Then…

I kissed him. Let myself give into him, finally. Let myself beat with his heart. Let myself open up to him. 

I finally jumped.

“You just kissed me.”

I smiled at him, as he stared in surprise. Harry’s bright eyes were filled with nothing but happiness. He had felt so awful about Madison, that when I finally gave in, he couldn’t help but give in with me. 

“I did,” I replied, still in his arms. He took a deep breath. 

He just stared at me for a while longer. I grinned, brushing a strand of his hair away from his face. 

“What? Why are you staring?” I wondered. 

“I just - I’m trying to make sure this moment stays in my mind forever,” he said, never taking his eyes off mine. “I just can’t believe this is real. I can’t believe this is happening.”

“It is,” I said, reassuringly. I felt his arms tighten around my waist. I wish I could stay here for my whole life. 

“What are you going to tell Liam?” 

Liam. Sweet, dear, amazing, kind Liam. I couldn’t believe I had completely forgotten about him. Every thought of him vanished from my mind when I was with Harry. How could I do that? I just kissed someone who was not my boyfriend. 

I stepped away from Harry, suddenly back to reality. 

“I - how am I what?”


“How are you going to break up with him?”

“Who said anything about breaking up?” 

“Jess!” Harry said, half laughing from this whole situation. “You just kissed me. I assumed that meant you chose me.”

Yeah, it did mean that. Or I thought it did. I thought it meant that I would let go of Liam and hold back onto Harry. But, for some reason, it just didn’t seem right.

“I know, I know!” I said, sighing. “I will tell him. But, even though I’m going to break it off with him doesn’t mean we’re completely together again.”

“Yup, I completely understand…” he said, then he thought about it some more. “No, wait, I don’t get it.” 

I simply chuckled and kissed his forehead. “We need to talk first, okay? Before we get into this whole thing again. I still hate the fact that you cheated on me…”

“I hate it too, Jess,” he said, painfully. “I really wish I could turn back time. But, I do think we belong together. Whenever you’re with Liam, it seems wrong. Not that he’s a bad guy, it’s just that it breaks my heart to see you with anyone else.”

“We’ll talk later, love,” I said, putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I promise to listen to all that you have to say this time.”

He smiled, hopefully. I walked out of the room, trying to find Louis first. I didn’t want to bump into Liam just yet, even though what I had to face was inevitable. 

I walked through the corridor and down the stairs, and thankfully, Louis was sitting there.

“Louis,” I said, desperately. “Louis, I need to talk to you.”

He turned to look at me, raising his eyebrows questionably. I took a deep breath and started to explain. 

“…and then I kissed him.”

He stared at me in blatant shock. “You what? You kissed him?”


“No! No, Jessie, no!” he said, shaking his head. 

“You were the one who told me to jump! Now you’re just taking it back?” I could hear the panic in my own voice. 

“Jess, I said to give him a chance to talk. I meant to open your heart up a little bit and see that you’re happier with him. I just wanted you to talk it out with him.”

“That is not what you said!” 

“Jess, I wouldn’t tell you to cheat on Liam. I didn’t want you to go in and kiss him right then and there. I meant that if you felt the spark with Harry, then you should break up with Liam. Then you could kiss him all you like.”

“Louis!” I said. I smacked myself on the forehead. Wow, I couldn’t believe I cheated on Liam. It sounded way worse when you said it out loud, and I just couldn’t bear with being responsible for hurting the one person that would never hurt me. 

“Jessie,” he said, firmly. “You need to come clean and tell Liam. All of it. You need to face the consequences.”

I nodded, sighing. Why did he always have to be so right? Maybe because he was three years older. I needed to get out of this mess. 

“I need to tell Liam,” I said, getting up. 

“Want me to come with you for moral support?”

“No, it’s okay. It’s my mess. I need to clean it up.”

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