a guide to final happiness ⁽ᴸˢ⁾

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"So, you also make sculptures?" Gigi asks the curly man while she is lying down on the blanket they put on the ground nearby. Sky is playing with toys, building a tower, her mother helping her and advising her where and how to put on the cubes.

"Mainly sculptures. It's a hot art in Italy, actually," Harry answers, he's been answering the questions the whole morning, Gigi being fully invested in Harry's 'interesting' life - as she described it.

Obviously, very naturally, Gigi knows everything Harry told her already. Louis told her so many things about Harry during the phase of his sadness, so right now, she is just making sure Louis didn't lie. And he didn't.

She really finds Harry's life fascinating and somehow pleasing. He made his dream come true, he had the balls to stand on his own in a foreign country, all alone. Not a lot of people aim for such a long shot and make it happen eventually. A lot of people give up after the obstacles, but Harry is strong and his business is blooming. And it's not business just like any person anticipate. It's art. Being an artist can be really hard a challenging. It's not like a hundred years ago where painters had jobs to do. She has respect for Harry for choosing such a job, and she feels motivated and very proud.

Harry is a really, really lovely man. He is polite, kind and charming - and she is not surprised why Zayn, Liam and mainly Louis claimed they loved him. Because she loves him as well, and she knows him personally for just one day.

"Hm, and what if I tell you to do some on my farm? Would you do that?"

"Like, sculpt you and Zayn some statues?" Harry looks away from the painting.

"Why not? I believe you would find places where to make my garden look like Greece heaven. Oh! We could make a garden looking like some kind of nice flower park, you know? That would be so lovely," Gigi gets really excited about her own idea, it's impossible for Harry not to get enthusiastic, too.

"I see my business is expanding in America very quickly. And among celebrities, wow, what my life has become," Harry jokes and the woman on the blanket chuckles.

"I can certainly recommend you to more of my friends. You could easily become some exclusive celebrity artist. You have the talent to be appreciated like this," she smiles and puts a cube on top of the one Sky tried to put on without ruining the small tower.

"Friends? Like who?"

"Kendall would maybe like something like that, she lives in Los Angeles. Also maybe Taylor, oh God, I think she would adore you so much."

"Sounds very posh, but I don't know if that's what I want."

"Why not? I can totally imagine you as a very posh artist, always wearing some Gucci and travelling the world to make some sculptures and paintings."

"How do you know I like Gucci?" Harry wonders.

"Louis told me you wore Gucci on your first dinner," she shrugs, her face so casual about it.

"Oh my God, how many things has he told you?" Harry exhales a big puff of air, shaking his head.

"Basically everything. He even told me about your... you know."

"No way, no. He didn't," Harry glances at the woman with great horror and discomfort in his face, wishing she is just bluffing big time. Louis wouldn't tell anyone about their sex, there is no way. Or is it?

"It wasn't like he was describing it, don't worry. He didn't say how long you are or what positions you did, more like how he felt while you were doing it," Gigi says, remembering very clearly how Louis described their sex to her while he was sad and high.