I want to see you smiling.

I want to see you being happy.

I want to see you smiling, being happy with me.

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"That's pink Niall."

"Don't be blind Liam," Niall argued. "That's peach."

Zayn's face was scrunched up in confusion. "Why does the colour even matter? Just enjoy the beauty." He rolled his eyes wondering why he had carried three young men who knew nothing about art along with him.

Niall sighed and turned to Harry who was watching him and Liam argue. "What do you think Harry, pink or peach?"

Harry shrugged. "I think it's pretty and that's all that matters." Niall stared at him in disbelief and pouted.

"Come on!" Zayn said. "We haven't even seen Louis' painting!" He held Liam's hand as he walked away, the others following.

They walked round the art gallery, walking through passages as they stared at the paintings. People stood beside some of them, staring at it with such interest, Niall found it wierd.

"Are this people really interested in the art? Or the whole face look is just pretense?" He asked as they walked past.

"It's art Niall, you admire it," Liam said, Niall shrugged.

"Here!" Zayn said suddenly, excited. "This is Louis'!" They walked over to the wall. It was an abstract painting of a boy with the brightest green eyes.

"Woah!" Liam exclaimed looking at the painting. "This is beautiful and... Sad." The eyes held so many emotions, secrets, fear, pain.

"Harry?" Niall said.

"What?" Harry turned to him.

"It...It just looks a lot like you...your eyes I mean," he said still staring up at the canvas.

On hearing this Zayn and Liam looked at Harry, then back at the painting. "Niall's right Harry," Zayn said amazed, Liam nodded. "You know, Louis paint more of the things he sees around him."

"What do you mean?" Niall asked.

"Do you know how Louis became so popular?" Zayn asked and as expected they all shook their head. "Two years ago in Las Vegas was the first time the public set their eyes on his work, it tells the story of a man who had just realised his marriage was a lie and that he may after all be interested in men, although this brought up many controversies, since Louis was dating the model Erin Vandel."

"Controversies?"

"Well, he paints of a man who just realised he has been in denial of his sexuality, people started to think Louis was really gay and Erin was just a cover to hide the real truth. People thought that was Louis way of trying to reveal his sexuality." Zayn told them.

"What do you think Zayn?" Harry ask still looking up at the painting, a frown on his face. It stirred up a feeling in the pit of his stomach, it made him feel uncomfortable. It was beautiful, but for some strange reason, Harry felt like he was staring at the exact image he sees when standing in front of the mirror.

"Louis works on the things he sees or past experience, so, maybe a friend? I won't say anything Louis hasn't said." He shrugged, then look round the hall. "Oh, I pray I get to see him, I heard he was going to be here."

"Let's hope you don't jump on him," Liam mumbled. Zayn laughed and rolled his eyes, he found Liam's jealousy really cute.

"I admire his work Liam, I love you." He pecked him on the lips softly.

"Awww," Niall said. "You guys are very cute... Now stop it!"

They got involved in another argument, none of them noticing the state Harry was in. A panicked look was etched on Harry's face as he stared at the painting, he gasped when he felt the trembling in his hands. He stared down at them quickly putting them in his pockets. He turned round, his back facing his friends.

Liam looked up and noticed this. "Harry are you ok?" He asked.

Harry nodded his head walking away. "Yeah, I just need to use the men's room, I'll be back," he said hurrying away.

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Louis watched the whole event from a corner. 'Harry' as his friends had called him wasn't ok. It was so obvious, at least, to Louis. How couldn't they see it? Louis wondered. Where they that oblivious or was Harry really good at the facade.

He sighed as he wondered why he was so bothered, he didn't even know Harry, and vice versa, and here he was watching him like some creepy person. Louis had always watched Harry everytime he came to the bar, and last week was just the first time he approached him.

His eyes, they held so much, Louis couldn't explain why he was drawn to it, probably because he could relate to it. That fear, something he still held inside of him, he could see it in Harry. He didn't know why he was over thinking, why was Harry even here? Was this just purely a coincidence?

He saw Harry talking to one of the security guards, who pointed to the passage leading to the men's room. Without thinking about it, Louis got up and followed.

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Harry ran into the room, rushing into one of the stalls, he shut the door quickly, leaning his back against it as he went down to the cold tiled floor. He placed his head between his kneels, taking in deep breaths, placing his hands over his head as he rocked himself slowly, trying to calm down.

Why was this happening? Harry asked himself. Why did that painting affect him so much, it was just a stupid painting. He jumped when he heard the door from outside open, he stood up quickly from his position backing away from the door.

He kept his breath steady as he prayed whoever was out there would leave quickly, before he lost it. If he did, everyone would know, and the pity looks would start coming, Harry hated pity.

"Are you going to come out?" A man with a clear British accent spoke.

Harry froze when he realized he was talking to him. "T-There are other stalls?" He stuttered.

The man kept quiet for awhile but Harry didn't hear him move. "Are you okay?"

Harry thought he didn't hear well, but there was something about this voice, he recognized the voice, but just couldn't put a face to it. "What did you say?"

"Are you ok Harry?" Harry didn't know what to say.

Harry moved forward and twisted the knob pulling the door open. He gasped when he saw who was before him. "You," he whispered.

Louis smiled. "Hello."

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I know this chapter is really short, but I was free today, so I thought why not.

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