A/N: I dedicate this to -americanhealy because you commented really much and voted and dedicated a chapter to me too and that's really sweet. And also you guys may check out her stories, especially Bathtub Banter and Tomlinson Talk because they are really cute.

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Harry sighed to himself when Mr. Payne's secretary sent him another appointment for the day after tomorrow. He couldn't remember a business trip ever being this stressful. Maybe it was because he was on his own this time, but Harry was also sure that this one was definitely more tiring than the past ones either way.

But his friend Niall back in London had told him that the first week was more filled than the second. Harry looked forward to that.

Currently Harry was on the way to his next meeting. He had decided to leave early so he could walk and see a bit more. It wasn't a long walk anyways, maybe about twenty minutes. Harry had looked it up on Google maps. 

Not even ten minutes into the walk his phone rung... well, played. Harry had 'Airplanes' by 5 Seconds of Summer as his ring tone. Harry took his phone out of his pocket and looked at the caller ID, smiling when he saw it was his mum. He didn't call her the last three days, partially because he was busy. But he had also forgotten about it, if he was being honest.

"Hey mum." He greeted after picking up.

"Harry, my dear. How are you doing?" He heard his mum's familiar voice. It was always soothing to hear it, even after he moved into an own flat and basically had his own independent life.

"I'm fine. It's good, really." Harry answered.

"So how is it? Are you drinking enough water?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm doing great, mum."

"So how is Verona? Is business hard on you?"

"It's a bit tiring but I'm managing. And Verona is a beautiful city."

"And what did you do these past days? Something exciting happened? Come on Harry, don't let me worm everything out of you."

Harry chuckled, "Errm... okay, well. The weather is really, really wonderful here. And the houses are just really cute. I haven't really had much time to explore but I'm planning on going to this museum of art when I get enough time."

"Wow, you go to a museum on your free will. Where did my little baby boy go?" His mum sighed nostalgically. Harry rolled his eyes but didn't know what to say. He just wasn't the person to talk very much if not asked. "Soo, have you met someone interesting? How are the Verona people? Friendly?"

"Well, there was this business partner, Mr. Sholan or something. He was so fake, I swear. I mean, I don't want to judge but..." he shrugged, even though his mum couldn't see him, "The rest is nice though, I guess. I haven't really talked to anyone besides my business-... wait," Harry cut himself off.

He remembered the street musician, Louis. To be honest, Harry had almost forgotten about him. Not completely, he was in the back of his mind, but all the hurry and work made it hard to think of anything else.

But he had more or less promised Louis to come to see him again and Harry was absolutely not opposed to it. There just was something about the street musician. How could he forget?

"What is it, Harry? Are you okay?" His mum sounded a bit concerned. Harry guessed he just had been in his own head a bit too long.

"Err... Nothing, mum. I mean, not that important." Harry said, but then thought better of it. He really wanted to tell someone about Louis, "Actually, I met someone. It was, like, his name is Louis and he is some kind of like, a busker. I mean street musician. And I've talked to him. He's just, he really amazed me, like, he just kinda... has this vibe and it screams, I don't know, like something bright. And maybe it was his attitude to life. I mean, he just left England to, well, go and live in Verona. He's so carefree but I think he cares deeply about... I don't know, every single person, maybe?"

Harry wasn't really eloquent, he knew that. But he cringed at his own words. They described much, but they didn't get it. They didn't catch the feeling Harry got when he talked to him and the aura that Louis just gave off. Harry thought nobody could see what he meant unless they spoke to Louis themselves.

"That sounds lovely, dear." Harry's mum commented.

"Yeah, yeah, he was lovely."

"When was the last time you talked to Gemma?" Harry's mum asked.

With that the topic of the fascinating street musician was ticked off and they moved on to topics, like family and how things were going back in England until Harry had arrived at his venue and had to cut it short.

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The room was white, the tables were grey and the man in the grey suit had a voice that was as enthralling as a long newspaper article about a branch falling off a tree.

But that wasn't even the worst thing, Harry was kinda used to it. There were barely meetings that were exciting.

The worst thing was that the meeting has gone on for ages, which wasn't a rarity either, but it was almost time to meet Louis. Harry tried to look subtly at his wrist watch. Almost six. Yesterday he was there around quarter to six.

Harry nervously tapped his foot against the floor. Not only did he really want to see Louis again, he owed this to him. He had made him lose his earned money and the man wasn't even mad at him. The street musician most likely wasn't playing forever, so Harry had to hurry. He didn't know when he would stop playing for the passing people on the street and leave.  

But Harry couldn't just get up and leave. That was one of the downsides of business. They didn't care what you wanted, that you were an individual with wishes and needs. It just didn't matter.

So as soon as the head and moderator declared it was over Harry packed his things and hurried out the door. He sighed in relief when he reached the door to the outside of this terribly formal building. He was assuaged that nobody caught him up with a polite chat. It wasn't unusual but Harry didn't have the time nor patience for it right now.

He didn't bother going home to change or something. It was already six thirty and he didn't care about his itchy suit right now. He decided to just take a cab but not drive directly into Louis' vision. He was already wearing a suit, he didn't want Louis to think he was a snob or something.

Harry payed and stepped out of the car, wasting no time to hurry through the alleys that would lead to the spot where he met the clarinet player. He smiled to himself when he heard the sweet, slightly hollow strains of a clarinet.

He rounded the corner and grinned victoriously to himself. He walked closer, stopping a few meters infront of him, just listening. He guessed Louis still hadn't seen him.

Harry didn't recognize the song Louis was playing. Maybe it was something classic this time. It didn't matter, it sounded beautiful.

Louis moved his fingers graciously on the holes and claps on the black instrument and Harry didn't excactly know why, but he adored it. The musician did one last loop and landed on a final sounding tone, holding it a bit longer. People who walked by or had stopped to watch him clapped.

Louis smiled at them, "Grazie, grazie."

The small crowd began to dissolve and people went their own ways. But Louis didn't start playing again. Instead he turned to Harry. So Louis had noticed him, Harry thought.

Harry smiled at him but it faded when Louis smiled back politely, "Can I help you?"

"Err... You said, erm, yesterday..." Harry bit his lip. Had Louis already forgotten him? Did many people knock over his money and Louis told them to visit him? Did he even mean it? Harry got embarrassed.

Before he could get too worried though Louis burst out into laughter, "I'm just kidding, relax Harry." Harry smiled, relieved. He still knew his name. Louis added, "How could I forget a pretty face like yours?"

Harry blushed, "Err... thanks, I guess?"

Louis laughed, "Aww, if that made you flustered, how are you even a business man?"

Harry smiled and shook his head, "It's different. Business is all tense and boring, risky at most times."

"Why are you doing it then?" Louis frowned.

Harry shrugged, "Earn money, I guess. Isn't everything about money? Especially nowadays."

Louis shook his head resolutely, "No, no. Not everything is about money. I'm here, aren't I? Look, you'll have your job your whole life. You can't do it everyday if you don't find yourself in it."

"And being waiter, barkeeper and busker is your future?" Harry asked, but then noticed how rude that must have sounded.

He was relieved when Louis just laughed, "Making music is really fun, you should try it. But you see, all the artists do what they love, no matter how little money that yields."

Harry hummed, considering it.

"If I'm being honest," Louis said, "I didn't think you'd come anymore."

Harry shook his head, "No, no, I mean, the meeting was just going on for forever. But I didn't forget about you. Besides," He reached for his pocket, "I still owe you that money I knocked over. Err... How much-..."

"Don't!" Louis reached out to bring Harry's hand down, "Don't you dare."

Harry looked at him with wide eyes, "But, but... uh, I did-..."

"-nothing, Harry. You did nothing. It's fine, honestly. I don't need your money. I already told you, not everything is about money."

Harry examined Louis before a grin spread over his face, "Does that mean I have to come back and pay you back with my delighting company."

Louis laughed, "Well, I wouldn't be opposed to that actually. You look really handsome in this fancy suit, by the way."

Harry got flustered again.