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.
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Louis wakes up on the couch in his apartment. His head is yet again pounding like crazy, his whole body hurts. He is still in yesterday's clothes, smelling like one big cigarette mixed with sweat and alcohol. The smell makes him feel disgusting and his stomach flips. Though his body really wants to get rid of everything remaining in his stomach, Louis just breathes deeply few times and swallow the small content that happened to go all the way up to his throat.
He suddenly hears his younger brother's voice outside in the hallway, Louis now grumpy because he knows he is coming here. He just wants to be in a quiet apartment, take a warm bath and sleep the whole day. And if he gets better, maybe he'll be going out again tonight.
"Hello," Liam greets Louis with the same deadly face. He doesn't even wear his glasses. Liam is about to approach Louis and lie down on the couch, but stops in his tracks immediately.
"Louis, why do you have that cycle in the middle of the room?"
"Huh?" Louis huffs and sits up to look through the settee to understand what Liam is talking about. There indeed is a bicycle in the middle of the apartment.
"You could leave it outside, you know," Liam chuckles and finally sits next to Louis.
"Well, I don't even remember taking it," Louis answers with his hoarse voice, the night's partying showing off.
Both brothers simultaneously rest their back on the couch backrest and tilt their heads upwards with closed eyes. They both sigh loudly at the same time and then it's quiet for a while.
"I am so done," Liam says finally.
"I feel like I've been killed," Louis agrees.
"What if we take a break tonight?"
"And what do you wanna do? Take a walk at the night to appreciate the city?" Louis laughs but stops soon because his head hurts ten times more now.
"No, thought of staying in the SPA. We can have fun."
"Like 60 years olds?"
"Jesus Tommo," Liam huffs but doesn't try to persuade his brother.
"What if we take the night easy? We can go to Niall's," Louis suggests after a silence, looking sideways to see Liam's reaction to his proposal.
