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Louis' mind is all over the place. The whole walk from Harry's was just one big WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING?

He knows it's wrong. He knows he fucked up big time now. Sleeping around with women isn't as bad as this. Though Louis is sure it is not because of Harry, per se. Louis knows and admits Harry is very pretty and he likes touching him. And that's the wrong thing. The plan was a horrible idea, he is realising just now. He should have just stayed around women. And if Liam and Zayn find out they will literally kill him.

His friends tolerate a lot to Louis, but the rich man knows this is not a thing they would just laugh off while getting drunk, it is serious now. They would freak out.

He finally gets into his apartment, breathing heavily. He quickly changes into some old pants and sweatshirt not to be suspicious if the lads barge in.

Louis nervously walks to his small kitchen and drinks a big gulp of his whisky, straight from the bottle. He quickly gets all hot and sweaty so he just takes off the sweater and sits on the couch shirtless.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! I fucked up," Louis runs his hands through his hair. He doesn't even know what he is talking about firstly. He fucked up two things. The first, a very huge one is so bad he doesn't even want to think about. And the second fucked up thing is how he left Harry.

He doesn't feel anything towards the boy whatsoever. He simply kind of likes him, and he certainly likes his body. Not so straight declaration to make, Louis thinks.

He knows this is just about his plan to experiment with the curly lad, but why is he feeling like this?

"But I am straight, I have to be," he whispers and growls afterwards. This whole situation came out so bad and in such a wrong time.

The whole day he just has these panic waves, where he questions his whole life. He questions if everything he is doing right now is right.

But the evening comes and both Liam and Zayn visit the man in the apartment. Louis had to fake smiles and a good mood, telling Liam how Harry kicked him out yesterday and he went back to the hotel and slept in his huge lonely bed.

There is no reason for Liam to get suspicious, he simply believes his big brother.

The men decide to take this night very easy, mainly because of Zayn, so they go to the local supermarket and buy lots of beer, drinking them all while playing video games at Liam and Zayn's. They all fall asleep on the sofa in an uncomfortable-looking positions.

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Harry wakes up not so long before noon. He still feels a little tired. His hands hurt from yesterdays hard work, he never worked so hard and quick. It is not common for him to make two sculptures in one day.

Today he decides to take it easy. He is just planning to make the clay model and send an email with pictures of his work to the hotel managers to inform them about the progress.

Halfway through moulding the clay, his hands all dirty and heavy, he decides to take a small break. He cleans his hands, fixes his hair and locks up his flat to visit Niall downstairs.

He opens the door to the pub, finding it not so busy this time. The place is fairly quiet except a small conversation from the group of old men in the corner, Irish music on a really low volume and a football match commentator's voice in the telly.

No one was behind the bar, so he assumes everyone is in the kitchen. He doesn't even flinch and walks straight to the door, seeing everyone having a light conversation in Italian.