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.
Harry eats his boring simple dinner. He is eating a baguette with butter and tomatoes, looking at his meal with sad eyes. He would prefer a good dinner in Louis' apartment. Louis would probably order him some good fancy vegetarian meal and they would chat at the table and look at the Roman Forum while the sun would be setting down from the sky. He misses Louis already.
Harry doesn't understand why he fancies Louis so quickly. Obviously, he can't say that he doesn't like him. Though the rich man is sometimes aggressive and also very rude, he somehow got under Harry's skin. He can't say Louis is not also sweet and cute, and of course, he is such a flirt. Harry just loves the way Louis is talking to him, it's hot, dirty and flirty, sweet and fun. At least, most of the time.
He is not stupid, he can clearly feel Louis' stares and he can see Louis' soft eyes when they look at each other.
Most people don't realise if someone likes them because they are not confident enough to admit someone is into them. It is some kind of insecurity that can ruin the great chances for relationships.
This is not really Harry's case. He is observing everything around him carefully and in detail, fully aware of the changes in Louis' behaviour, at least when they are alone. And it makes him fall slowly for the rich man, too. He sees Louis' good side. And he adores that side unconditionally. Everyone actually would love that side of Louis if he showed it to the world.
Just then, Harry's head produces questions. Why is Louis acting like a dick in public? Why is he so aggressive? What made him the way he is behaving? Why does he root for such an image he is building? Why does he want the reputation of a troubled guy? Is it just because he doesn't know what to do with his rich self? Or because of his father? Is it his childhood?
Harry has so many questions, but no answers. And he is too afraid to go into these wild waters, he doesn't want to fuel Louis. He doesn't want the man to be mad at him, because he doesn't like angry Louis. Louis would probably attack with very harsh words that Harry wouldn't want to hear. He hopes he will never hear Louis say any cruel words his way ever again.
He decides to visit Niall tonight. Though, he is not excited to see him. It's not that he is upset or mad at Niall, it is simply because he doesn't know what to say to Niall. He is going to ask, for sure. And he doesn't know what alibi he is going to provide.
Harry showers quickly to get rid of the sweat stickiness he gathered through the day and he also washes his hair. His skin smells like apples now, Harry satisfied by the great comfort the lukewarm water gave him. He puts on his briefs and black socks. He chooses his white LIVE AID t-shirt and patterned pants, looking in the mirror if it is a decent fit to go out. His damp hair curls around his head in every direction, frustrating Harry greatly. He quickly shaves his small stubble and put a cream on his face to hydrate it.
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Fully prepared to face his best friend he puts on his Vans and locks the flat. He comes down the stairs, through the entrance and out into the street. He breaths in, his heart beating quickly. Now, he is scared of Niall.
