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Part 2: Chapter 6

(London 2016)

"NIALL, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?" The green-eyed boy says as he enters their shared living room seeing Niall completely surrounded by cardboard boxes. Harry walks over and inspects the situation better. He couldn't believe it, their entire living room in their new London flat looked like a cardboard princess castle.

"I made a cardboard fort!" Niall said grinning like a little kid as Harry shook his head in disapproval. He walked into his own bedroom and threw himself into the bed.

"Don't be so serious Hazza it's just a joke," Niall replied with an eye roll, "JUST BECAUSE YOU GOT HOTTER DOESN'T MEAN YOU GET TO BE SO MEAN!" he continued to yell through Harry's closed bedroom door. Even though the comment left Harry embarrassed, it was true. Harry had gotten much more attractive. Harry has grown up, his facial structure had gotten sharper, his hair longer, and overall he's matured. He's grown tall, and he's built a collection of tattoos. He now had a mop of long curls that reached beyond his shoulders and perfectly complemented his face.

"YES IT DOES I'VE GOT PRETTY PRIVILEGE NOW!" Harry replied with a chuckle, walking back into the living room. Once again he's faced with Niall's mess.

He's overjoyed that he moved to London with his best friend, who now shares an apartment. Isn't it every little kid's dream to live with their best friend? What's even better is that they're working together. Niall has expanded his record label to London which was their main reason for moving; Niall Horan is starting to become a big name in the behind-the-scenes of the music industry. And Harry is so incredibly proud of him and he's so happy he gets to work with Niall. He's become a big name for a reason; he's great at what he does.

Niall and Harry are always producing and formulating songs together, Harry has also started to gain some popularity as a singer. He's not super known, but he's got a pretty devoted fanbase and he adores them so much. He has done a few gigs then and there, and although they were quite successful, he doesn't wish to do any tours or bigger shows.

"For god's sake Niall, please let's get this flat cleaned up," Harry says attempting to sound stern but his smile and dimples betray him.

"But I want to have my princess fun," Niall pouts, sounding like a little kid, "Come on Haz, join me! I'll let you be the Queen!"

Harry laughs at his friend's ridiculousness but still joins him in his tiny castle, tackling his best friend in a hug.

"Seriously though, we've been in this flat for 2 months and it looks like we got here yesterday," Harry says once he's gotten up, putting his hand out to support Niall as he gets up as well.

"Alright I'll help you clean up if you get me ice cream," Harry sends Niall a promising nod, "YAY! Thanks Harold! But you've seriously gotta loosen up, what's the last time you got laid, dude?"

"Not too long ago, like a month?" Harry replies, sounding more like a question. Niall stops picking up boxes for a second to give him a look.

"Too long. Too long. Fuck getting laid, we're going out tonight and I'm getting you a boyfriend!" Niall says proudly while Harry scoffs at him, "Seriously, I'm such a good wingman, remember when I set you up with that one guy last year?" He adds raising his eyebrows trying to prove a point.

"Yeah and that worked out so well," The tall boy says with an eye roll as he cleans up the messy apartment, "We didn't even date? We had one dinner and then I never saw him again."

"Hey! Don't blame that on me, you're the one who's refusing to date people just because you're hung up on some stupid boy from like 6 years ago, you got tattoos for him and you guys haven't been together for over half a decade." Harry looks at Niall in disbelief, he puts down any of the boxes he had been holding and walks out, back into his room.

Harry shouldn't get hurt by the mention of Louis; he's basically over him; but ever since moving to London he's seen billboards with his face everywhere and it seems to have brought back a lot of unwanted feelings.

When Harry and Louis were still together, they had promised to get complementary tattoos once Harry had turned 18.

. . . flashback . . .

Harry was lying on Louis' bed as the older boy finished his homework. Harry traced over Louis' tattoos.

"I love your tattoos," Harry whispers carefully, "do you think one day I'll get some?"

"If you want love," Louis responds, but he's still writing on the boring piece of paper "I'll get some with you!"

"Really?"

"Really." Now he puts down his pencil, facing his lover, "We can get those complementary ones, you know?"

"Yeah! Like not matching but like work together??"

"Mhmm! Exactly," The blue-eyed boy is pushing back the hair from Harry's face so he can look at him, "like a dagger and a rose, or a rope and an anchor, or a compass and a ship, cause you bring me home."

Harry didn't say anything, he just lifted himself up and passionately kissed Louis.

. . . end of flashback . . .

As Harry was only 16 by the time they broke up, they never managed to get the tattoos they dreamed of. He's ended up getting a couple on his 18th birthday, just small things he liked and some dedicated to his mum and sister. Over the next couple of years, he built quite a collection, and when he turned 20, he was suddenly reminded of his and Louis' promise to get complimentary tattoos. Harry recognized they were no longer together, but he also recognized that Louis would always be a big part of his life, and no matter how much he had hurt him, he would always be in Harry's heart. So he did it, he went and got them.

No one questioned him, no one mentioned it, he just did it and he could tell that people wanted to ask about it. He's glad they never did, but truly they never had to ask. They all knew, his mum could tell, so could his sister, Lottie, Louis' mum, and of course, Niall. Niall, who is currently softly knocking on Harry's door.

"Haz," Niall says slowly opening the door, "I'm sorry I didn't mean it."

"It's fine, you're right."

"It's not fine I shouldn't have brought it up,"

"It's really fine Ni," Harry said sincerely, "I love you!"

"I love you too!"

"Want to go clubbing? Find some hotties?"

"HELL YEAH!" Niall rushed out the door, "This is so perfect, I just got invited to a party, with celebs. I'm gonna find you a rich and famous hottie!"