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.
Niall and Harry stand in front of the club, waiting for three men to come and join them tonight. They could have come inside but decided to just stay out, in case there would be a difficulty of finding each other inside of the place.
Today is a cold night, surprisingly, and Harry is wearing just a white t-shirt and blue jeans. He is shivering a tiny bit, but not complaining whatsoever. Niall, on the other hand, is looking like the cold never bothered him in any way, standing near Harry with his black t-shirt and purple pants.
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"I like those pants on you," Harry comments after a little silence. He is confused about how his and Niall's friendship became a little awkward lately. Niall always looks like he is deeply thinking around Harry and trying to get into the curly man's head, and figure out everything. Which essentially, Harry understands. He is leaving Niall out of his recent life changes and Niall can see something's not quite right.
"You say it every time I wear them," Niall chuckles and looks around, probably trying to spot Liam, but no luck so far.
"B-because it's the truth?" Harry shivers and stutters a little, the cold breeze getting under his skin, attacking the flesh and bones mercilessly.
"Are you cold? We should get inside then," Niall says and takes Harry's pinkie into his to lead him inside the club but a familiar voice stops them.
"Remember, do not say a word, I'll tell him about- Oh! You're here!" Louis suddenly stops right in front of the two best friends, startled, "Thought you are already inside?"
"Hey, no. We thought of waiting for you here," Harry smiles and he wants to walk to the rich man and just kiss him like the world is going to end tomorrow. But he can't.
"Hey mate, 'sup?" Liam greets Niall happily, both of them wrap each other in a manly quick hug.
"Hi, Harry! We didn't see one another for a little while, how is it going?" Zayn walks up to Harry, finally starting his small plan not let Louis around the curly boy. The black-haired man snakes his hand around Harry's arms, leading him into the loud club full of already intoxicated people.
The club is so loud and packed, smelling after alcohol and sweat, and weed. This place is not the cheapest one in the city, though it's also not the most luxurious one either. This club is secretly known as a place where you can freely deal with drugs and not get caught whatsoever. Niall recommended this place because of Zayn and Louis.
"All fine, how about you?" Harry asks Zayn when they approach the bar and sit down on the empty chairs. It looks like Louis, Liam and Niall disappeared somewhere, leaving Harry no choice but to talk with the singer alone.
It's not that he doesn't want to, but he would like to be around Louis.
"I'm good, honestly, I am excited to go back to the UK in 2 days. I miss Gigi," Zayn says and orders himself and Harry some colourful cocktail.
