Some things change. | l.s.

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Harry glanced at himself in the mirror that was hanging at the wall next to his closet with a crease on his forehead and his lips pursed in uncertainty. His eyes slowly wandered to the bed behind him over the glass that was reflecting the sunlight through his tilted window. Half of his closet was spread out all over his bed from trying to find anything proper enough for the interview he was about to have in an hour.

For two hours he was trying on polos, shirts, sweaters and the one button up he owned and wore now along with a pair of worn out skinny jeans and black Converse. He hated that the once black jeans were a dark grey now, the white shirt was wrinkled from not ironing it and his shoes were dirty because he had delayed washing them until it was too late, but he didn't own anything else that was appropriate so he just had to suck it up and go with it.

Sighing, Harry tugged on his by now almost shoulder long curls and pushed them up, tangling his fingers up his head to the parting of his hair to mess them up a bit so they looked fluffier and bouncy. When he accepted he wasn't able to get them done better he nodded to himself and left his room after pocketing his phone, his wallet and grabbed his bag.

Liam was just about to leave the flat to go to work when he stopped by the door and stared at him.

"Are you about to wear this?" He asked disbelieving.

"What's wrong with it?" Harry asked and looked down on himself once more.

"Then you can stay right here." Liam huffed. "That's nothing to wear to an interview, Harry!"

"Sorry I don't have the fucking money to buy fancy clothes every day." Harry snapped back.

"Come with me." Liam sighed and dropped his bag next to the door, passing him in the hallway. "I can't let you go there like this, no way."

Harry groaned in annoyance but followed him anyway and slumped down on his bed once they reached Liam's bedroom. He waited for him to grab a dark red button up with black dress pants and pulled out a pair of white Hilfiger sneakers and quickly put them on.

"Much better." Liam said satisfied with his hands on his hips. "I have to run, good luck and don't be late."

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Li." Harry smiled slightly.

"No worries, see you." Liam waved and turned back around hurrying out of the flat to make it to his first class of the day in time.

Just as Harry wanted to text Zayn where the hell he was and why he took so long to get coffee for them from the bakery down the street because they didn't have any more coffee beans at home, the raven haired man came into the flat with two cups in his hands.

"Fucking finally! We need to run or we're going to be late." Harry groaned.

"Who cares? It's not like it's the only job in the world." Zayn rolled his eyes.

"Zee." Harry quirked an eyebrow at him, annoyed with his constant moody ass and his 'I don't give a shit about anything' attitude.

"Whatever. Let's go." Zayn rolled his eyes and together they left the flat.

They were surprised when they received a mail three days ago with an invitation for an assessment center at the Company called 'Narrative Games' they had applied to, when they originally thought they would- if they even received back a reply- have separate interviews, but they couldn't complain. It was easier going through with this together than by themselves.

Harry's nerves were kicking in when they were standing in the elevator of one of the many skyscrapers riding up to the fifteenth floor where the main office was located.