It's been a long long time

Good to See You Again

Author's note:

So the update is a little bit later than I expected. Sooorry, it just take it time to translate.

Anyone up for leaving me my very first comment on my story? I'd appreciate it.

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Harry threw the door to his walk-in closet open in panic. Damn it, while rehearsing he had completely forgotten the time, so he had only two hours left until the reunion and with the evening traffic, he would need at least half an hour to the agreed location. Fortunately, even though it was the weekend, most people wouldn't be keen on partying, considering that the start of the working week was tomorrow. Maybe he was lucky enough to reach the club directly, without having to get out, avoiding big crowds.

His meticulous hung-up Gucci-suits in any shape and colors had their place there. Hectically he took out every single hanger and positioned himself in front of the mirror. No... too bold. Nope... too boring. No, no, no. Without his personal stylist he was quite lost. However, nobody had to know that, although perhaps it was already a little bit too late for that with his glorious combinations of cardigans and shrill trousers.

Potentially he should just go for a hoodie and some black jeans, but that wasn't his preferred option. He had learned to love Vintage-Looks and unique Designs.

Harry noticed that he wouldn't get forward like this and took a few deep breaths, to calm himself. What could be so complicated about choosing an outfit for a casual evening with friends, where Louis happened to be there, too? Fuck, he was thinking too much about him again and on top of that acting childish. Come on Harry, concentrate.

Suddenly his eyes fell on an outfit that stood out from the other ones. It was more simple, but at the same time breathtaking. A white shirt with a vest in this special shade of blue on top, matching the suit trousers. On every other person that look would come across as way too overdressed, but Harry Styles always made it seem effortless and simple.

How fortunate that all his pieces of clothing were already ironed and neatly matched in his closet, thanks to the housekeeper. A quick cat's lick after the rehearsal had to be enough for the moment. Dressed up, rings on his fingers and with, to some degree, tamed hair, Harry dabbed some perfume behind his ears, coincidentally Louis' favorite, really a coincidence.

He flew down the stairs in a rush, taking big steps, painstakingly taking care for his clothes not get caught and pulled the side door to his garage drive open, where his chauffeur was already waiting with a cream vintage car. Behind him the door shut with a loud bang, but Harry already wasn't paying any attention to it. In the cold December air, he could see his breath and the gravel under his shoes crunched softly. He wrapped his coat tighter around himself, opened the car door and plumped down on the passenger seat.

"Hello Harry, nice to see you again.", his driver Dan greeted him happily.

"Hello. Sorry I ordered you here on a Sunday. I didn't want to take a taxi, just in case." His management chose Dan because he was also a trained bodyguard at the same time. A smart decision, which Harry agreed to. He preferred having small crew around him, which was constantly there, instead of going under in a mass of anonymity.

"You know that it's not a problem at all for me. I don't have anybody holding me at home." His laughter was accompanied with a suggestion of melancholy. Harry knew this feeling all too well. He encouragingly patted Dan on the back, who started the motor and followed the address on his navigation.

He parked the car in front of the VIP-entrance at the back of the club and wished Harry a fun night. "Please don't come back wasted, yeah?" Harry only gave him a cheeky smile and thanked him for the ride.