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eleven.

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Harry has been somewhat avoiding Iman, and Louis was first to notice it as soon as they arrived in their booked room for the comic club meeting. The normal reading club was a bit boring, except for Liam rambling on and on about how excited he was to cross paths with a famous author and got an autograph, nobody was interested. Harry acted like he was deeply interested in the talk until he started dropping his chin down to his chest, and humming into a nap. Iman found it adorable but kept her distance. He did not interact and she did not want to annoy him.

The session was okay and Harry claimed he did not need that much help from Iman, even though he ended up suffering in silence. They wrapped up and booked their room for the comic club, because Louis had a stack of old comics and he had some ideas to share with his only two friends, even though he doubts Harry ever taking notice of him as a friend. Iman decides to help Louis with boxes and Harry shys off to sit beside the window, he is extremely sensitive and very quiet; with every sound and touch causes him to curl up like a cat.

"What is up with Tarzan?" Louis asks, placing a small box on the table. "He went all duh-duh on me when I was in a very nice mood, now I am bitter peter again."

"I think he is avoiding me, because of what I told you but I am not sure," Iman smiles, slowly bringing out the old Superman and Ironman comics, obviously classic ones and from his basement.

"Oh baby. And you are too shy to confront him, I know that for sure," Louis teases, shaking his head and looking back to see Harry frowning at the window.

"Yes," she sighs and rolls her eyes. "How about you help me? Talk to him, and see what's on his mind. He is very blunt and honest,"

Louis pauses and drags his eyebrows together, tilting his head to the side. "Let me talk like Tarzan, like no please!"

Iman gasps a bit and throws her head back in laughter. Who would have thought Louis would be the one to notice how evere repetitive Harry can get in his speech? He shakes his head and again, looks back to see Harry now arranging the little pencils in the room, all in one line according to the colours of their covers. He arranges them from the warmest to the coolest colour.

It looks like a form of art itself and Iman smiles at how interested he is in the little exercise.

"Fine, I will talk to him. Damn, you really like him," Louis mumbles, shaking his head and slapping off the dust from this palms.

"Thank you. So, what are we doing with these comics?" Iman asks, giving him a smile and not bothering to deny what he just said.

"I was thinking of a selling them, and giving the money to charity," he drops his voice, drags his eyebrows together and looks away in humility. This is a rare action from him.

"Hey, nothing to be ashamed of, but don't you need the money more? Didn't your get account get frozen after you were sentenced? Louis, you need the money please," Iman curls a finger under his chin and slowly raises his face up, but he gives a weak chuckle.

"Oh yeah guess what," Louis bites down his lip. "My sentence finishes by the end of this week, and my father said I can work for his company if I do promise to change. Iman, I can change and have a good life,"

"Yes you can, and I will support you as a friend, come here babe," she smiles and pulls him in for a warm hug.

Harry turns to see them and gives a nervous smile to himself, not sure of what is happening or if he should be interested in knowing. It looks like a comforting moment and he could have sworn Louis never smiles sincerely, but right now he is being proven wrong. He drops his eyes down the line he has arranged and gently presses the edge of his palm to his forehead, quivering his lips and furrowing his eyebrows.