Mystery Buyer (L.S)

Three

Harry stepped into his house heading straight to his office and grabbing his laptop, then headed back to his living room and plopped down on the sofa. He turned sideways so that his back leant against the arm and pulled his legs upwards leaning his laptop against his legs.
He went onto Facebook searching the name that was etched into his head. Louis Tomlinson. No results. Harry frowned heading to Instagram, searching again. Still nothing. Last chance - Twitter. He searched again but nothing seemed to pop up. Surely this guy has some sort of socials right? He tapped his laptop, thinking of what to do and how to find him. Trying his luck he googled the name, only to find an Artsy store. Harry sat up a little more, crossing his legs beneath him and scrolling through the listings. He noticed the latest one the most, he could tell this one had been purposly posted. The photo was better quality and the listing had so many tags added. He wondered why no one had brought his art. It was beautiful. So careful and gentle. Looking at the artwork made Harry feel like he was looking into the mind and thoughts of Louis. Before thinking about it Harry had the newest drawing in his basket and noticed there was a 'tipping' option at the checkout. Harry tipped enough to round the total to £500. He then bit his lower lip, thinking again. Harry thought about the other drawings that were listed, and thought about his huge social following. "These drawings are too good to not be shared.." he mumbled to himself. He copied the link to the Artsy store and opened Twitter again, sharing the link and adding "Just found this little gem! Check it out!"
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Harry was watching TV, just junk TV really, nothing he was actually paying attention to. He was more interested in scrolling between the Artsy store and his twitter, watching as the drawings sold. He felt happy with himself. He was replying to dms from fans that had purchased or shared the link, thanking them and giving them follow backs to show how much he appreciated it. As he was doing this he got a message from the landlord in the flats saying Thankyou for the paid off rent for Louis and mentioning a price estimate for his Uncles flat. Harry raised his eyebrows, knowing the amount his was reading was definitely not what the flat was worth. He chuckled slightly. The guy knew Harry had abit of money, and was trying his luck. Harry wasn't rich rich but had a good amount of money. Shrugging, Harry agrees the price. He was going to offer a little more than the estimated anyway, and he wanted to help. He sent a quick text back to him agreeing then called his manager to get her to organise the payment. While on the call, he stood up, turning the TV off and trudged up the stairs heading to his room.
His manager asked him about his tweet.
"Ah yeah, I meant to message before but didn't see any harm in it. I know we only normally promote our own stuff.. Oh, you do? Talented guy, isn't he?" Harry chuckled, before saying goodbye and hanging up the phone. He had reached his room at this point and headed to his ensuite. He's brushed his teeth and hair then heading back to the bedroom. He changed into his grey joggers and climbed into bed, leaning over to his bedside table to plug in his phone. He breathed deeply as he closed his eyes, quickly drifting off to sleep pretty quickly.

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