a guide to modern philosophy ⁽ᴸˢ⁾

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ xᴠɪɪ

//ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱʟᴜʀ//

Harry wakes up with a small hangover, trying to get rid of it with a vegetable soup made with a kettle. Thankfully, he is not that type of a person carrying a huge hangover after a night out. Or maybe he is not really a huge drinker so he can't really get hungover.

Soon after his soup therapy, he decides to continue with his work. He makes yet another order for rocks and clay because he is slowly but surely running out of material. He needs to make another seven sculptures and then he needs to move to the hotel to make another six big full body statues.

The hotel agreed to provide Harry with a place for his big sculptures work, otherwise he would have to do it either on the building rooftop, or Niall's big flat that has a balcony big enough to make it all work. It wouldn't be the first time, though. It was regular that Niall borrowed his balcony to Harry for his work. Harry actually owns the key to Niall's flat, so he can come there anytime. It is also not that far from Harry and the pub, about 15 minutes walk across the Colosseum.

The sculpture he is doing today is just a man's body, from his arms to his torso. Harry caresses the clay in his hands, shaping a strong masculine body in front of him. He loves making bodies. It's a rare beauty he appreciates. Every shape and every curve of every sculpture he makes is precious, beautiful and real. He loves making muscular men and curvy women. He is gay, though he adores women. He loves creating their hips and breasts, making it also very delicate and lovable. He loves to take time to detail his women sculptures so he highlights the beauty and importance of women.

He carries deep appreciation and respect for them. They have greater importance in this world. They are strong, they carry children, they give birth and raise the future. It is something no man can do. It is powerful.

Harry suddenly misses his mum. He didn't talk to her in about 2 weeks, both he and his mum were kind of busy. He promises to call her tonight.

But his mind swiftly moves forward, thinking about the particular blue-eyed rich man.

He is upset. Louis never answered his text. He thought they all would go out tonight, but it seems like Louis forgot about Harry completely.

Though, Harry is not really surprised. Louis is a celebrity, that's what celebs do, right? They forget people who are not important enough. They may act nice and interested, but eventually, they stop because the person is not significant enough to talk to.

Harry has nothing to offer to Louis. He is just a simple man, in a small studio flat, living out of the art he makes. He doesn't know Megan Fox or Brad Pitt. He can't offer Louis any good contract deals. He can't offer him more popularity.

All Harry can really offer is his care and love, and maybe, just maybe a good laugh. But that is probably not enough in the world of showbusiness.

___

Louis wakes up on the sunbed next to the hotel's pool. It is actually very early, the sun only rising up. He groans heavily, his head pounding like crazy. Louis tries to remember what happened during the night and how he got here, but no luck. His whole night is blank and forgotten. He can't even remember for how long they were in the club or if they stayed there the whole night.

With that, he realises he is here alone, no Liam or Zayn. He gets up, his whole body heavy and hurting.

"Why am I always doing this," he complains to himself, walking slowly through the door to the hotel's lobby.

The lobby is fairly empty and quiet, except for the young receptionist typing away something on the computer. He looks up to see Louis walking around.