he was suffocating underwater tried to reach to the woman standing on the other side but was blocked by a solid surface. He could see her looking at him through the colorless barrier waiting. He is losing the battle. He was losing the battle soon he is going to inhale a big gulp of water and...
"Harry?" Harry could hear a very worried Jeffery; feel the hard ground he was laying on and so many hands.
"Jeff...!" he was still very disoriented. "wh...?!"
"Are you alright?" asked Jeffry while helping him to sit.
"Yes?" he suddenly become very aware of so many eyes looking at him. Now he remembered that he was in the middle of filming a scene.
"We will take ten!" the director "Olivia" said after she watched him struggling to stand without assistance. Now, he is resting in his trailer with Jeff who was given him water and is trying to persuade him to see a doctor. Harry is fine. he is just exhausted maybe he will take a day off.
"How are you feeling? had this happen before?"
"No" the truth is it's the second time he had experience and not sure if he should worry. The first time, He dismissed it as heat stroke. However, this time, he was inside. he wasn't sure what happened.
he got off the sofa. they have a movie to shoot and he won't be a liability.
"Harry, I don't think Olivia will mind postponing for the day." Jeff said while following him outside. "she said if you're sick, you shouldn't come today. and I agree. Ill book you an appointment..." they went into the multipurpose camp. He looked for the stylist, telling her that his hair and makeup should be redone.
"Jeff, stop worrying. I have been over-exercising and didn't sleep well." He has an anniversary dinner tonight and no enough time to plan for something special. "Please, just tell her, I'll be ready in minutes. ok?" he sat at the chair and she started working on his hair.
"And the appointment? after we finish." He was very tired and just want to be done with filming.
"Please, not today. I'm tired." he gave him a disapproving look then turned around and left.
"You should go home," said the stylist while reapplying makeup. "O is very found of you and won't mind."
"I'm fine. thanks"
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He forgot. He never forgets. How did this happen. He was supposed to order dinner for their anniversary. now he is going crazy trying to prepare for last minute is not his style!.
"Harry, they are all the same... just pick something." Louis said from the bedroom. Harry frowned.
"I want to wear something that feels right." He picked another emerald suit with a pale blue dress shirt and stood in front of the mirror. he was unhappy too. why is he so stressed about this? They are only casually dating. his awesome lover didn't even remember until he remained him. "I don't like any of these." he was dissatisfied with his clothes a lot lately. he bought them. wore them, then get displeased with them and its shopping day again.
"Maybe if you wore regular clothes." Said Louis entering the changing room. He knew he was a miss. standing in black sweatpants, his hair was untidy. He felt getting hot. "are you cry?".
"no..." his voice cracked. "Sorry ... I am little tired"
The stood in silence for a moment. He touched his own face. Yep, was crying, out of nowhere.
"Harry, what is wrong?"
"I don't like... these clothes"
"Is that why you're subbing like a child" Louis chuckled picking up the first thing he saw. "How about this suit or you want more casual?"
"I dunno ..." looking at his reflection in the mirror. He never forgetting a birthday or an anniversary.it this cursed year, they will have a home-cooked meal, a lousy movie and now he can't be an appropriate wear.
"Harry... I am sorry that I forgot. My mind is all over the place" he handed him a striped dress shirt then searched around for an appropriate bottom. "I didn't mean to"
"I am sorry too." He felt guilty. "I am stressed for no reason."
"Here put this on... don't think about it, I'll wait downstair."
after a considerable amount of time. He put on his clothes, combed his hair. Going toward the living room to eat the already cold dinner.
"I saw this yesterday" he looked at him for a moment, considering saying something. Instead, he just shrugged.
"let's choose a movie"
"um... let's not... how about we talk" he gestured between them.
"about what!" Louis was already scrolling through Netflix movies. "Later, we will talk later"
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