I saw the angel in the marble
And carved until I set him
Free.
- Michelangelo
or the one where Harry as an artist lives in a city of art; Rome, and Louis decides to spend the holidays just one street down from his studio.
Late Saturday evening comes very fast and Harry is getting ready for his shift in the pub. He started on the sculptures project for the hotel this morning, started making sketches of the faces. The management wants them to look like old ancient sculpture faces, so Harry just simply found a few earlier and tries to inspire himself. He already ordered all the clay and stone, ready to start whenever the delivery comes.
He is slowly preparing himself for all the mess and sleepless nights it will cause, and he cannot be more excited. But for now, he has to go downstairs and help Niall.
He decides to wear blue ripped jeans with a colourful long-sleeve crop top and a flower scarf to finish the outfit.
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He thinks for a while if it's a good idea to go there like this, in the end maybe Niall could get angry about his attire choice, after all, he is not going out, he is going to work. He considers changing, but when he sees he has only a few minutes until the start, he just shrugs and leaves the flat.
As always, the pub is in full swing, packed with people who enjoy Saturday's late afternoon. He simply walks behind the bar and through the door straightly into the kitchen to greet everyone and tell Niall he is here. After quick a small conversation with the cooks and waiters, Niall shows up, too.
"Oi mate! Looking good and fresh for today!" Niall hugs Harry tightly and Harry can't be more relieved that Niall is not angry about his clothes. He feels ridiculous now to think Niall would be angry for that. He supports Harry with everything, he even encourages him to whatever he feels like it's truly him. Harry can't be more grateful for such a friend.
"Okay you all, why are we standing here as if we had some weird coven session? C'mon," Niall claps twice and everyone splits into every direction. Harry takes a pad lying on the counter and takes a deep breath. Let's get to work, he says to himself.
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The music is too loud in Louis' ears. It's not even good music. He can't believe this is his first night out in Rome, yet it is so boring and stupid. He is not having that much fun. Yes, he is drunk as hell, but the music is ruining it all.
He sits in the VIP booth, alone. Zayn and Liam went to get other shots and all the girls left him when they saw how uninterested he is in this party. Plus, Louis doesn't want any calls from his father during this whole trip.
"Oh c'mon man, what's the sour face?" Zayn shows up with some cocktail in his hands, which Louis frowns at.
"What the fuck are you drinking? Acting like your wife already, Jesus."
"Shut the fuck up, bro. I'll laugh at you like this soon enough, too," Zayn punches his arm lightly.
"Not a fucking chance, I won't ever be having 'sex on the beach' in a club full of people to look at me how I am sipping through the fucking straw like a fucking faggot," Louis curses and Zayn is the one frowning.
