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When the two of them stepped into the elevator, Harry started to fidget with the rings on his fingers. They turned to face the open doors, and Niall pressed the button that had the number 28. Before they had gotten here, before they had even left the hotel, Harry still tried to tell his friend that there was no reason for his presence. It wasn't Harry's meeting, it was Niall's, and Harry wanted to believe that he was merely tagging along because of where they were going to lunch, but he had his suspicions.

"Are you sure that I won't be in the way?" Harry asked the Irishman standing next to him as the elevator started to move up several floors. This was maybe the 28th time he had asked him.

"Positive, Harold," Niall darkened the screen on his phone and shoved it into a pocket of his beige pants, then turned to face his friend. "All you have to do is just sit there and listen."

Raising his shoulders in a shrug, it seemed good enough for him. The elevator stopped at floor 28 and when the doors opened, Harry and Niall were met with an open lobby of sorts. First thing Harry noticed were the floor to ceiling windows with all of the light that was being shone in from them. It was well lit that Harry almost wanted to question why this floor even had lights to begin with, but then he remembered there is a such thing as nightfall and early morning when the sun is nonexistent.

The room seemed to be pretty spacious and the two colors, blue and green, that seemed to be placing the theme gave Harry a sense of comfort. A glance over to what he made out to be the receptionist desk, there were two women of darker complexion dressed in white business suits, and Harry's mind instantly went to his camera. The way the sun was beaming in on their skin in just the right tone, it made the two women shine so bright and beautiful. He could think of possibly several different places he would want to have them, whether it be in the city or in a nature-ridden park or even on the beach, where he could get his camera to really bring out how beautiful the two women were.

His wrist was grabbed and he was pulled out of his trance, as well as the elevator, by Niall. The Irishman was leading him down one of the hallways that Harry assumed held conference rooms of sorts. Turning his head back to look at the lobby, the light green and baby blue couches were growing smaller with every step, and it made Harry stop entirely.

"Harry? You alright?" Niall asked, his voice laced with worry.

His head of curly hair slowly turned to Niall and he looked at his friend with a squint, "You told me all I have to do is sit and listen."

Niall was confused, "Yeah?"

"You're dragging me away from the lobby. I thought I'd be hanging out there until your meeting was over."

A smirk appeared on the Irishman's face and suddenly Harry wanted to smack it off of him, "Ah, you must have misunderstood me. When I said 'sit and listen,' there is emphasis on the listen part. You can't listen in on this meeting unless you're in the room when it's happening."

Harry's mind blanked for a moment. He's trying to come up with any reason as to why he would be even let into room where Niall has this meeting. It's for Niall, so why should Harry even be here, being dragged down this hall to begin with?

Then, Harry thought back to Niall's Instagram post with that damn Just Do It slogan and how his friend likes a very specific comment and it suddenly dawned on him that his best friend just had to have something more up his sleeve.

"What do you have planned?" Harry whispered, his anxiety starting to rise again.

"Walk with me, Harold." Niall grabbed Harry's arm and linked his with it, resuming their walk down the long hall, totally ignoring the taller friend's protests of not wanting to walk anywhere with him anymore. "As I told you in DMs this morning, I am taking you out to lunch after this meeting. It's easier this way, and now that you're here, I don't have to go all the way back to the hotel to grab you and bring you back to the restaurant, which is right down the street."