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Harry laid in his bed after he had exchanged the bedsheets, eyes having stared at the ceiling for several minutes now. His brain was thinking of so many things, but it wasn't helping to control the chaos in his brain. It didn't help him to find a solution to the situation and the questions he had been asked a few minutes ago. Was that man right?

After he had his breakdown, his body had needed to rest after he had been this angry. He had just stared at the wall in the bathroom, had decided to just do it, to reach out for the only person he could think of seeing right now.

It wasn't any person from his current life, not a person he had feelings for, in a friendship or love way.

Mr. Cowell was a busy man. Harry had tried to not feel too disappointed, when the intimidating man had told him he'd manage to meet him in two hours. Harry had waited, had taken a long shower, had tried to calm himself with music.

He hadn't left his room once.

The two hours had passed and he had gotten to Mr. Cowell's office.

Harry's eyes still stared at the ceiling, when he drove back in time, to a few hours ago, when he had walked to Mr. Cowell's office:

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[Flashback]

Of course Harry felt stupid. Just a few hours ago, he had explained Mr. Cowell about meeting his therapist and that he'll keep his offer in mind and now he was already desperate about the man taking time for the worker.

While walking, he considered if Mr. Cowell would be able to help him, what he hoped the man to do. Harry didn't know anything at the moment, but whatever.

"Harry?"

The voice hadn't been one Harry had expected to hear right now, lifted his head in surprise. His legs stopped to walk.

"Niall"

His friend stopped in front of him, nodded towards him in wonder. Of course he noticed his swollen eyes, exhausted looking body and face.

"What are you doing?"

"Have a meeting", Harry said, didn't plan on saying more for now. Was this Niall, his friend? Hope spread inside of him. Niall saw him being torn by his eyes and weird body language, made an asking face.

"Hey... you alright?"

Harry looked at him for a moment in silence. Niall looked oblivious about Louis having told the truth. Did he know Louis had never been close to die?

"Did you know?", his voice asked monotone. His friend's expression changed.

"About the injury? Liam told me"

"Did you know?", Harry just asked one more time, because Niall hadn't answered his question. Just now did the blond man seem to understand what he meant. The moment his expression changed once more, Harry knew. This wasn't Niall, his friend. This was Niall, who had lied to him as well.

He asked what Harry was doing? Just finding out about them all sticking to DEATH and making a fool out of Harry!

"Leave me alone", was all he said, before walking past him.

"Harry!", Niall turned to grab his arm. It ripped out of the grip immediately with such force the blond man hadn't expected his friend to ever use against him.

"I said leave me alone!"

Stunned, Niall stood there speechlessly as he looked into Harry's eyes full of anger and desperation. He looked so lost and... empty. Niall's face softened as he felt sorry, but Harry ignored it.