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he was acting crazy. He shouldn't overreact over a comment. a complement for fu*k sake! Harry Sat on the stylist chair while looking at the mirror, his hair was a mess "why did I do that" he pulled at his crazy hair. he was frustrated with himself.
"what happened?" the stylist asked. She was one of the few people he knew on the set. They worked together before and become friends.
"ah... I tried to cut it by myself" he couldn't look her in the eye. He keeps making her job harder, not that she ever complains. "should I wear a wig?"
"What? ... No" she grinned at him. "you cut only a little... I can fix it" she examined his hair. "just never cut it by yourself, you aren't very good at that."
"Clearly..." he smiled at her. "that's way I am a singer and you're a hairdresser."
"Oh shut up... at least I am good at my job and yours." She hit him lightly with a comb.
"No, you aren't..."
"Our last karaoke begs to differ." He rolled his eyes at her. "who got a higher score? "
"Whatever... I could do hair and makeup if I want... I just don't want to steal your job..."
"yeah right... I almost cut my hair after you braided it." She flipped her black and brown dreadlocks over her shoulder.
"it wasn't that bad!" he protested
"you aren't allowed to touching my hair again" she said firmly just then, Jeffery entered and looked at the couple questioningly.
"don't look at me like that. She can fix me"
"I didn't say anything..."
"your eyes did"
"how are you doing Lizzo" Jeff smiled at the short woman.
"JEFF!" Harry glared at his manager, who looked disappointed and left. "I am very sorry. That He keeps hitting on you."
"Unfortunately, we aren't meant to be together, he already met his future wife" She said in dismissal. "let's finish your hair."
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"You aren't fine. You could have been driving" Jeff said to Harry, who was leading the way to his main room." you need to relax. See a doctor."
he didn't feel sick whatever happened earlier was weird.
Jeff found Harry passed out in his car. He was having an important phone call by the car, when he opened the door Harry was laying inside unconscious. He tried waking him unsuccessfully, and decided to take him to hospital. As Jeff was about to call the driver to hurry up, Harry started to wake up. He was tired and dizzy, and He insisted on going home.
Now, as he opened the door, the living room was lit. a take a way food was on the table and he could see Louis making coffee in the kitchen.
"Harry, you are late Zayn is on his way." He totally forgot, and is very exhausted. He notice Jeff is still there.
"Ok Jeff see you later" he ushered his manager out to avoid him saying anything unnecessary.
"but H..."
"Later..." he almost pushed him out, closed the door immediately. He rested his forehead on the door. He could hear Louis moving around preparing everything. "I should go or maybe take a vacation." He quickly brushed these ideas off. He wasn't happy or excited for Zayn visit but Louis is.
After taking a hot shower. He made some herbal tea for his headache. He ruffled his wet hair in frustration when Louis asked him to hurry. He avoids telling him anything. He got angsty and would guilt him into visiting a doctor. He his headache increases just thinking about that, the irony is he is drinking tea for the headache. He closed his eyes waiting for the pain to go away.
"Are you OK?" Louis head picked through the door. He frowned when he noted him sitting in dimly lit room in his robe, holding his favorite blue and pink cup. "How was your day?"
"a regular day..." he gave him a soft smile. Louis didn't look convinced, but he didn't press on and Harry was thankful.
"Z is few minutes away... "
"ill be ready in a few" he put the tea on bedside table.
"don't worry. We will stay out of your way. Sleep well." He pulled the door while leaving the room.
"thanks, Lo." He smiled at him and closed the door.
He drifted off when a commotion started outside. He opened his eye to blue and red lightening shining through the windows. He thought his neighbors called them. He tried to go back to sleep. However, the sounds were coming from inside this time. He couldn't make out what is being said but he heard Louis' voice.
He got off the bed, put on a mismatching sweatpants and shirt. A lot of unknown people were talk on the Livingroom and as he reached it. He realized it's police officers holding Louis'. There is also two other people.
"I didn't do it!" Louis shouted struggling in his handcuffs. "You got it all wrong."
"We have eyewitness." the blondie female said in authoritative tone. "She also recorded video of you." She looked to the tall tan man standing beside her. He turned the phone screen toward them. They could see through the slightly ajar backdoor; Louis' dogs were racing toward it and, in the background, Louis moved his hand. Suddenly the door was completely closed.
"the wind! It moved because of the wind!" Louis protested. The two in suits were unimpressed. Harry suspected they are international government agents. They had brooches with their logo, but they are questioning Louis?!.
"Lou...?" he stepped closer to restrained Louis.
"not now Harry" he shouted at him and avoided looking him in the eye.
"why... How?" Louis never said anything about having any powers? They have been together for almost a year, and been friends for longer.
"Harry, please"
"since when?" he said more sternly. Why would Louis hide that from him?
"let's go" the officers urged him to move and he complied. The door closed after them leaving Harry standing in the Livingroom shocked.
