You're Still The One// L.S.

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Harry couldn't help but recommend Brave Beauty to Alessandro as well. It was just so... Likable? Perfect? Yeah, perfect. It was just perfect.

Currently, he was at home lying on his bed, watching rubbish television. He couldn't help but decide to look up more about Brave Beauty. Niall had been right when he had asked Harry to look up the CEO of Brave Beauty ages ago, who knew the products would be so good?

And, so, he typed 'Brave Beauty' on the Google search bar. Why was the Internet so slow all of a sudden? Honestly, the Internet worked the slowest at the hottest time of need. It almost seemed intentional by now. Harry decided to continue watching television till the fucking webpage decided it was ready to show its face.

Harry almost forgot about it as he had been so absorbed in watching television. He then picked up his phone after a good deal of time and well, that was a shocker, not what someone like Harry would expect.

"Niall!!" Harry shouted. He had no idea if Niall had responded because he just couldn't believe his eyes. Was his mind playing tricks on him, or was it actually written that the CEO of Brave Beauty was Louis William Tomlinson? He decided to go to the images page to check if Google and he were talking about the same Louis. Well, yes they were.

Niall opened the room door and asked, "What the hell happened?" Harry just continued staring at his phone, which made Niall crouch down and follow Harry's line of sight into the phone. "Harry... Is that-"

Harry cleared his throat before feebly saying, "Yeah. Yeah, that is." Niall wasn't able to process this. The Earth was indeed round, perhaps. Everything was clicking in his mind now, perfect jigsaw pieces. The biggest piece was lying on the bed in front of him, though.

Zayn had recommended Harry as a model for Brave Beauty but the CEO of Brave Beauty had rejected Harry, without even meeting him. Liam worked at Brave Beauty. The CEO was his friend as he had mentioned during their call all those days ago. And from Zayn's Instagram post, it had been clear that Liam and Louis were friends. How had Niall not drawn this conclusion before?

"Harry... Harry, it all fucking fits! Louis-" Niall began but Harry said, "No, Niall. I don't want you to tell me how and why we should get back together, etcetera, etcetera. I don't want to hear anything, really. I'm just... So proud of him? He finally did what he wanted." without me. In the last part, however, Harry decided not to let out.

"Yes, Harry, I'm happy that he achieved his goal too but listen-" Niall tried again but Harry said, "No, Niall, no. I don't need it. I have a session with Emma tomorrow anyway. I'll talk to her about this. I'm not sad or whatever about this, okay? I'm perfectly fine. Look at me! Not a single tear- happy or sad. I'm okay. But I'm sleepy. So, good night."

Before anything else, Harry pushed Niall out of his room and closed the door on his face with a big, screechy, "Good night!". He knew it was rude, but he couldn't afford to let his friends see how big a crybaby he was. How many times could he break his own rules, after all?

So, he let the tears flow, now. Sinking down on the floor, using the door as his only physical support, he sobbed incoherently, with just one word being crystal clear.

"Lou..."

On the other side of the door, Niall paced the living room wondering whether or not he should call Liam and clarify all of this once and for all. Clearly, Liam knew who Harry was and he probably even knew that he and Harry were friends. He had been the one transferring the message of rejection from Louis to Harry, after all.

Since there were more positives than negatives to this matter, Niall decided to actually call Liam and just solve this mess. But Liam wasn't answering- apparently, his phone was switched off. Well, he was probably just busy. He decided to text him instead.