I saw the angel in the marble
And carved until I set him
Free.
- Michelangelo
or the one where Harry as an artist lives in a city of art; Rome, and Louis decides to spend the holidays just one street down from his studio.
Harry crumbles once again the moment he leaves the hotel. He cries uncontrollably, fully sobbing while walking the streets of his lovely city.
It's raining cats and dogs at this point, heavy rain soaking his clothes, hair, skin, shoes. He is walking around like a mad man, without an umbrella or a coat. Thankfully, no living soul is as crazy as Harry to be outside in this weather, so Harry didn't mind whimpering painfully every few seconds. His tears are automatically washed away with the raindrops. The only things that make Harry look like he is crying are his sad and glossy eyes, and sniffling sounds.
His 7-minute walk gets him to the Irish pub, the water dripping down his body, soaking the dark wooden floor. Niall is behind the bar, laughing with Isabella. They don't pay any attention to the person who just entered the place, at least until Harry comes closer, sniffling quietly.
Niall's head turns to see who is approaching them. When he sees soaked Harry with a sad face and crying eyes, his smile disappears in a second.
"Oh my God, Harry, what happened," Niall quickly leaves the bar, coming to the sad boy and hugging him despite the wetness. Harry tightly grabs Niall's t-shirt on his back, sobbing into his sleeve, not caring if it's disgusting or childish. He wants to be held by his best friend.
Because Niall was right all along.
"Harry, calm down. Tell me why you are soaked and what made you upset," Niall tries to question the curly boy once again to get the information he is lacking.
"You were right. You are always right, Niall," Harry says, but Niall can't understand him properly.
"Okay, okay. How about we go into my office, I'll make you your favourite tea and then you tell me what is going on?" Niall suggests, well aware the customers that came for breakfast are watching the scene. He doesn't like they are watching and judging Harry.
"The strawberry tea?" Harry mumbles.
"The strawberry tea." Niall nods.
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When the Irish man got Harry inside of his working place, he quickly left the boy just to run up to Harry's studio flat above the pub to fetch new clothes, a towel, and a hairbrush.
Niall lets Harry to change into the dry clothes, worriedly scanning his best friend's face the whole time. When the curly boy is fully clothed, Niall takes the towel into his hands and starts to ruffle the damp hair of Harry's to get them a bit drier.
He notices Harry's wet cheeks once again from the unstoppable tears; he frowns. What has got Harry so sad? It must be too big - Harry never really act like this. So instead of focusing on the brown mess on top of Harry's head, he softly passes the towel under his eyes, to get rid of the stained cheeks. Harry looks up from his hands, right into the blue eyes that reminds him so much of someone he doesn't want to even think about. Why are Niall's eyes so blue?
Ten minutes later Harry is sitting sideways on the sofa in Niall's office with new dry clothes, tea in hands, and Niall sitting next to him; brushing his damp hair.
"You got me the oldest sweater I own," Harry comments quietly.
"I took the comfiest and warm-looking sweater I could find in the rush. And I always liked when you wore it," Niall continues to brush Harry's hair, even though he doesn't have to anymore.
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