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It was rather quiet in the MOTH this evening. Some people were still working in the laboratories or were leaving their offices and walked through the hallways, happy to soon end their work for today. Others were in the meeting held by the leaders of DEATH.

Harry, though, walked through the hallways, his destination right in front of his inner eyes as he ignored anyone who walked his way.

He had let so much happen. Mr. Cowell was Jackson's father. Mr. Cowell was a Shark. The Sharks were only focused on DEATH. They were toxic. They had made him feel like a boy; had questioned every move he made, had managed to make him question every move himself before they could even do that. He had questioned being worth it all. They had brainwashed him in a pace Harry had never expected for it to be possible.

Something in Harry had clicked, when Troye had seriously dared to make a move on him. It wasn't only that he had offered the taller to have sex with him, while he was in a relationship; he also knew about Louis' past with Jackson. Whatever he knew and didn't, there was no excuse for doing that.

No, for Harry it was even more; it was the fact Troye knew Harry well enough and still had assumed he was at the point he'd say yes. He had seen at least a small chance of Harry to cheat on Louis. That had changed Harry's point of view completely. He had sunk so deep and had been with the wrong people for too long. Who did Troye think he was? And who did Troye think Harry was?! If this guy seriously thought Harry suddenly was a man who decided to cheat and was this cheap, could be bought with manipulating words and offices, promises and shit, he was wrong. The Sharks were wrong.

Harry had questioned if he was man enough. Gale didn't think he was man enough. Mr. Cowell didn't think he was man enough.

DEATH wanted a man?! Fine. Harry would give them a man.

On his way to his room, right after he had left Troye in the office without saying another word, he hadn't received many looks. Now, when he was on his way to the gym, he of course noticed the looks.

The door flew open and Gale turned to the entrance, an annoyed sigh escaping his mouth.

"Harry, you're five minutes late"

After finishing his words, he blinked stunned, when his eyes caught a look at the man walking in.

"I know", this one said as he walked right up to him.

"And I don't care. Here", Harry took Gale's hand, turned it and let the key for the new office drop into it. Astonished, the trainer looked from his hand to Harry, who had to grin softly. It was the first time he grinned at Gale and it wasn't the other way around. He suddenly looked rather small.

"What?", he could just ask.

"If you like the office this much, ask Cowell to gift it to you. Maybe you're more 'excellent' than me"

Gale could just blink about that sassy answer, couldn't believe this was the same man from earlier.

"What?", he asked again.

"You heard me", Harry answered, before already making the attempt to leave.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna eat tons of unhealthy shit, while sipping ten liters of softdrinks"

With that, he turned around and began to walk to the exit. Apparently, Gale had found back his voice because he shouted after him: "Wait till I tell Cowell about this!"

Harry stopped immediately. Gale seriously had controlled him for six days, while the curly one had trusted him. He had trusted this man with his well-being and body. Slowly, he turned around. And for the first time, he noticed how Gale hid behind the Sharks like Harry had done over the last few days. Gale was weak.