Can You Feel My Heart?

1: The Usual?

 

Harry woke up this morning with Niall still on his mind. He had to see that blonde headed boy once more. He just had to. What if he is working today? Harry decided that he shall go and see that boy again around the same time, just to see if he was there. 

With that thought on his mind, Harry got out of bed and showered, feeling fresh and crisp in his clean, white dress shirt and black slacks. He met Louis in the kitchen who had prepared him a wonderful looking breakfast, to which he sat down to eat. 

It wasn't like Harry, to eat breakfast, Louis thought, usually all this goes to waste because Harry will just grab a piece of fruit or one piece of toast on the way out to his work which was a large office on the top floor of one of his father’s buildings for his company. Perhaps not today. 

"Are you not working today, Sir?" Louis timidly asked as he vacuumed the wastefully spacious lounge room.

"That is correct, Louis." Harry responded, flicking out his arms in order to fix the cuffs of his shirt and then proceeding to eat the marvellous food in front of him.

                                                                                                   

Niall just got out of bed himself, knowing that his first class was in 15 minutes and that he had over slept. When he realised, his eyes went wide and he cursed loudly, flinging the covers off of his body and then running to the shower, forgetting that he had one last night before bed. After the quick shower he stuffed food down his throat and ran out the door and clambered into his car to start is 10 minute drive to his University. 

Niall had made it successfully to his first lecture, which was in fact Music Performance. He had shakily climbed next to Liam when he walked into the theatre, his breathing coming to a hault when his teacher came in 2 seconds after him. 

Liam went to question his blonde-headed best friend, but decided against it, seeing as he was already a little shaken up from being late. It was strange, though, Liam thought. Niall is never late. Liam couldn't help but wonder what had made him so flustered last night to forget to put on his alarm?

"Stop. Staring." Niall said through gritted teeth, already annoyed at his lateness. 

"I'm not." Liam shrugged, turning back to the teacher who was droning on about the treble clef and syncopations.

Harry was still enjoying his breakfast when Niall had walked in to the theatre, and when Harry was done, he didn't know what else to do. He really should be at work, he should be running the company block his father had assigned him, but he really couldn't be fucked going in today. 

Harry knew that he father was going to be angry with him, but when was his father never angry at him? Harry sighed as he reached into the cabinet and pulled out the small orange bottle taking two anti-depressants and then placing it back in the cupboard. He couldn't help what was wrong with him, he only hoped that Niall accepted him—

Wait. What?

Harry shook his head, messing up his curls and sighed. He couldn't blame lack of sleep for thinking those things, because he slept like a baby last night, which was extremely rare. Usually he is pretty much nocturnal and doesn't sleep during the night, and not sleeping during the day either because he has work. Overall, really, he'll only get about an hour of sleep which is from a quick nap on his couch in his office. 

"Are you just going to mope around all day, Sir?" Louis asked, watching as Harry just sat on the couch, lazily flicking through the channels. 

"Yes." Harry responded, yawning and settling down in the leather couch, making sure his eyes were still glued to the t.v.