A/N: I dedicate this to nami182 because I made you cry. I'm sorry:)

By the way, this chapter is named after the new 5 Seconds of Summer song, yay*+*

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Harry was aware of every step he took. Every step that brought more distance between Louis and himself.

He was standing in the queue which led to the security before being able to enter the plane. It was quite short since he was late. He was half hoping for a spectacular movie-like scene in which Louis would come running through the throng of people to confess his undying love for Harry. But on the other hand he was aware that would never happen.

He felt numb as he went through the necessary security checks, walked through the tunnel, into the the plane, barely acknowledging the smiling stewardess, and sat down on his seat in the business section. It was a nice seat. Of course, because business people were advantaged compared to the general folk.

Harry leaned his head against the window. The plane took off a few minutes after Harry's hurried arrival but he didn't move. He stared out of the window, watching the white, fluffy clouds as he left Verona behind.

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London seemed grey and dull. It was like in Verona a warm, yellow glass had been in Harry's vision constantly, making everything look sunny and bright. Then, in London, it was ripped away.

The rain was pattering against the huge windows of Harry's office. Normally he found that relaxing. Now, it felt like the weather was crying with him.

Even work seemed more dull than usual.

He thought of Louis who was balancing three income sources at once. Not because he was lazy or unqualified to get a higher paid job but because he was doing what he loved. Well, not the bar keeping and waitressing (can you even say that when it's a guy?), but music. He valued his life and his freedom, even if it meant less wealth.

Harry's values were... well, what were his values? Why was he living like he did? Safety and security? What else?

In contrast to Louis, he had never taken risks. He had just assumed with social and financial stability everything else would fall into place.

But has it? Was this what Harry wanted? Was he happy?

Before the trip to Verona he would have said he was content and left it at that. But was content happy? Should he just wait and hope for something to happen that made him happier, like he had done his entire life?

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock. "Come in." Harry called.

Mr. Irwin, an Australian intern, opened the door, "Hello, Mr. Styles. Excuse me for this interruption. Mr. Payne is asking for the Frordeox folder."

"Please call me Harry." Harry blurted out almost pleadingly without thinking.

"What?" The young intern frowned. It was unusual for anyone to be on first name basis inside this building. The entire business branch, really.

But honestly, it annoyed Harry, especially now. Nothing about this job or the surroundings was making him feel comfortable, welcomed. Everything was cold and distant. And Harry didn't want that. He wanted to feel like someone appreciated him. As a person, not his position or title.

However, explaining all that to Mr. Irwin seemed stupid. He didn't want to loose his respect by sounding like a depressive teenage girl. Not that anything was wrong with them. He just... didn't want to be one.

"Nevermind." Harry smiled tightly and proceeded with his work.

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"Seriously, what's up with you lately, Harry?" Niall was staring at him apprehensively from where he was lounging on the other side of Harry's couch. They were taking advantage of being able to sleep in the next day and made a Harry Potter movie marathon.

The third part "The Prisoner of Azkaban" had ended but instead of jumping to his feet and hurrying to put in the next DVD like he normally did, Harry had just stared at his mobile phone screen blankly. He hadn't even noticed the movie had ended.

"Nothing." Harry said, just like he always did.

"No, it's not nothing." Niall almost yelled, "You've been sad and absent ever since you came back and quite frankly, I'm sick of it. Especially if I don't even know what's wrong!"

Harry sighed sadly, his thumb sweeping over the screen of his mobile phone uselessly. "I don't want to talk about it." He looked down at his Samsung again.

This was the fifteenth time Louis hadn't answered his phone. And it's not like Harry had tried every day. After the third time, Harry had given Louis a break. He waited four days for Louis to call himself but after that Harry had gotten impatient. He had done the same a few other times, leaving Louis alone for a few days before trying again. No use.

They had actually spoken on the phone again. Two times to be exact. And it was fun, like everything with Louis was. Although they had agreed that they were just friends now, it had seemed like sometimes even Louis had forgotten. There was some flirting, one time even dirty talk that had ended with both of them being half turned on, half giggling hysterically.

However, now Louis seemed to have decided on cutting Harry out of his life completely. It was a kick in the gut but frankly, Harry had kind of expected that. That didn't mean he had to like it though.

It's been almost a month since Harry had left Verona but the stone that was weighting down his chest heavily was constantly accompanying him.

Harry had thought about it a lot. His situation, his feelings, his actions.

Maybe, Harry thought, maybe it was time for him to take risks.

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It was another typically British rainy day and Harry was sitting on a long table with thirteen other people surrounding it, all wearing boring grey or black suits, men with plain ties. There were more men than woman, like in almost every business company which was really unfair. Harry could remember how the girls in his school and college years often got way better grades and were more studious than the boys.

It wasn't unusual that his thoughts were drifting somewhere else during his meetings. In fact, Harry was quite sure that at least half of the room wasn't properly paying attention at this point. Meetings were just always dragging on and on and on.

Suddenly, Harry perked up.

"...colleagues in Verona." Mr. Payne was currently talking at the short end of the table. "Mrs. Lavinge, I would like you to take care of it, is that alright?" Mrs. Lavinge nodded shortly, prompting Mr. Payne to continue, "Your flight goes on Friday at-..."

"Mr. Payne." Harry interrupted and stood up, causing a loud BANG as his chair fell backwards because Harry was clumsy. Except for that, and Harry's heavily beating heart, the room was completely silent. A tension was hanging in the air as nobody moved, horrified that someone had dared to interrupt their boss. As easy going as Mr. Payne was privately, he made sure everyone knew he was the boss and he hated getting interrupted. And he wasn't scared to show it.

Harry didn't care. He had a mission. And he had to take this risk. Quite frankly, his whole plan was risky, but Harry had decided he wanted this. And he was going to go through with it.

"Can I please do the business in Verona?"

A/N: This is really short but... we didn't want sad Larry for too long, now do we?:)