- Watching Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
- Rereading The Canterbury Tales.
Harry means to sleep in and go over to see as late as possible, but he can’t. He tosses and turns all night and it seems as though Niall’s sofa has grown to hate him and refuses to be comfortable out of principle. From the living room, Harry can see the clock on the oven: just after 3. His heart starts beating fast. There’s no way that Louis’ awake right now – he doesn’t drown his sorrows in alcohol and girls like Harry does and he doesn’t have to wait up for Harry – but all the youngest member of One Direction can think about is going to the flat right now and then… do something. It doesn’t really matter; Harry just wants to be home, with Louis and he wants everything to be okay. He wants it more than he’s afraid that Louis still hates him. Harry sighs and quietly goes to Niall’s bedroom.
“Niall.” He whispers. He’s walking closer to Niall’s bed, trying hard not to fall over anything because Niall’s room is somehow so much darker than the rest of the house and his eyes haven’t adjusted. “Niall, are you awake?”
Harry doesn’t get a whisper. Niall doesn’t even move an inch.
“Niall? I said, are you-“
“Heard ya the first time” Niall grumbles in a tone louder than Harry expects. He jumps a little, even though Niall’s half muffled by his pillow, and nearly trips on some random jumper left on the floor. For a second, Harry almost feels like he’s home, but then Niall speaks again. “Whatdyawant?”
“I, um…” Harry hesitates. When Niall’s tired and his accent is in full swing, everything that comes out of his mouth is practically gibberish. “I’m gunna go.”
Slowly, the blond props himself up and turns to look at Harry. “Harry, if you’re not talking about going home to Louis and telling him everything, I swear to God, I’m going to come over there and punch you in the face.”
Harry’s about to make a comment about how Niall’s one to talk about telling everything, but the small voice in the back of his head that knows better stops him. He turns to leave, but stops just before he gets to the door. “Thanks, mate.” He says, like it’s an afterthought, but it’s really not. He’s been meaning to thank Niall for a while now.
“For what?” Niall’s tired and frustrated and all he wants is to go back to sleep and have Larry Stylinson be all lovey-dovey like normal when he wakes up.
Harry shouldn’t be this nervous about going inside. After all, it’s his flat, too. He helps pay for it – or, Syco does. He never pays much attention to the logistics of the whole arraignment because he’s just happy to be living with Louis again but his time, it’s just him and Louis and it feels like a dream until Louis meets Eleanor. Harry hates Eleanor.
He takes a deep breath to try and calm himself has he carefully pulls his keys out of the same pocket of the jeans they they’ve probably been in for the last month. Washing is very low on the list of priorities Niall has. He’s relieved when the door clicks open without a problem because he half expected Louis to have changed the locks. He goes inside and closes the door behind him. Harry leaves his suitcase near the entrance – incase he needs to make a quick getaway, a completely real possibility in his mind.
Harry’s surprised when he sees that not all, but most of the lights in the flat are still on. It’s way too late for Louis to be up and he wouldn’t have just left them all on like this. Or at least, he wouldn’t let Harry leave them all on.
“Louis?” He calls out, a bit uncertainly. Should he expect a response or not. He’s about to try again once more and then give up and crawl back to Niall’s a complete failure when Louis literally runs into the hallway.
It’s only been a couple days since Harry last saw Louis in person, but it feels like a lifetime. He’s panting and his hair is a bit messed up and his mouth is just hanging open and is that a hopeful look in his eyes? God, he just looks perfect and Harry feels like he’s going to die because his heart is beating way too hard in his chest.
“Harry,” Louis breathes. Harry’s mouth has gone dry and he feels like crying because his name just sounds so right the way he says it. “I’ve missed you.”
It seems like Louis’ going to hug him and everything’s going to be alright, but then the older boy hesitates. He looks at Harry like he’s asking for permission, but Harry can only see it as Louis remembering how much he hates Harry. Harry feels like crying even more, but for a completely different reason.
Harry doesn’t know what to say or what to do and he wants to run away again but he doesn’t know if he has the strength and he’s beginning to think that maybe he should’ve planned this out before. Harry gulps and says the first thing that comes to mind. “Liam told me you broke up with Eleanor.”
Louis’ face falls completely, but he quickly masks it with a wry sort of smirk. “More like she broke up with me.”
“’M sorry, mate.” Harry says, even though it’s the second biggest lie he’s ever told and he knows he doesn’t sound convincing at all.
“I’m not.” Louis steps closer and Harry’s having trouble breathing. He doesn’t remember it being this intense before he moved out.
“Why not?” Harry asks because he’s genuinely curious. “She’s perfect.” And she is perfect. That’s one of the things Harry hates about her: how annoyingly perfect she is.
Louis steps closer again. “Maybe,” he says, “but not for me.”
Harry opens his mouth to say something, but he can’t think of what. He’s too busy trying to figure out what Louis meant by that.
“I’m glad you’re home.” Louis’ smile is genuine, if a bit sad, and he goes to hug his best friend again.
“Why don’t you hate me?” Harry asks before he can stop himself.
Louis blinks and it takes him a moment to realize what Harry said. When he does, he looks shocked and horrified. “Harry, I could never hate you!” Harry doesn’t know how once sentence can sound so gentle yet so harsh all at once. “Never.”
“B-but, I was stupid and I did stupid shit and I made you worry and said all those awful, horrible, disgusting things –” Harry doesn’t know when he started crying, but he can’t seem to stop now, “Oh, God, Lou. I didn’t mean any of them. You have to know that I didn’t mean any of it.”
Louis wraps his arms around the younger boy and Harry buries his face in his neck. He’s sobbing and Louis’ rubbing his back and he doesn’t know what’s going on anymore but he knows that he doesn’t want Louis to go away. Ever.
“I’m so sorry!” he hiccups. It’s muffled, but Louis hears it and holds him even tighter. “I’m so sorry.”
It takes a while for Harry to calm down but, when he does, it’s almost as if none of it had happened at all. They’re on Harry’s bed, joking and laughing and touching, almost like there had never been an Eleanor. Almost.
“Hazza,” Louis says, still chuckling a bit at how hilarious he is. His face quickly becomes serious, though. “I gotta tell you something.”
Harry’s chest tightens. This is it. This is it, he knows it. This is the part where Louis realizes that he despises Harry and Harry knows it. He knows.
“When… When, uh…” Louis stumbles over his words, almost as if he’s afraid to say them. “When Eleanor, you know, ‘broke it off’, she… she said something.”
“What kind of something?” The words ‘curiosity’ and ‘cat’ flash through the curly haired boy’s mind.
“She, umm,” Louis laughs nervously. He looks almost scared. “She said that I’m in love with… Well, she said I was in love with someone else and that’s why we couldn’t be together anymore. And I think she was right.”
In love with someone else? “Oh, God.” Harry says out loud what he means to just think. “It’s Zayn isn’t it? Oh, God. It’s Zayn.”
Louis laughs loudly at Harry’s reaction. He laughs so much that tears begin to form in his eyes. “No! It’s not Zayn!”
“Is it Liam, then?” God, wouldn’t that just be perfect? Harry thinks. “Or Niall? Stan?” It doesn’t cross Harry’s mind for a second that his list consist only of males.
Louis keeps laughing and Harry doesn’t get what’s so funny.
“Just tell me who it is, Lou!” Harry has to know – he has to. He has to know so that he can start hating them as soon as possible.
Still laugh, Louis shakes his head. He crawls closer to Harry and kisses his nose. “You’re so silly.” He says, smiling.
“Lou, this isn’t funny” Harry whines, not realizes how much he’s letting on. “Just tell me, please.”
“You really wanna know?” Louis’ eyes are sparkling and all of the sudden, Harry’s having trouble breathing again. He nods slightly and Louis smiles. “You.”
Harry’s pretty sure he’s just hallucinated when Louis crashes his lips down on his own and he smells the older boy’s aftershave and he realizes that this is most definitely real.
“I love you, Harry Styles.” Louis says when he finally pulls away. “With everything in me, I love you.”
Harry’s breathless and there are tears in his eyes and he can’t think straight, but he wraps his arms around Louis. “I love you, too.” Is all he can manage to say, but it means so much to both of them. Louis kisses him again, and this time it’s slow and sweet and gentle and perfect.
Harry doesn’t hate Eleanor anymore.
Oh my God, you’re the second person that this is happened to. I’ll just try to post the first chapter and drabble like this =/
Harry hates Eleanor.
…Well, not really. They’re friends – or were, he doesn’t really know now – and he knows that she’s actually really sweet, and a pretty good match for Louis, but something deep in the pit of his stomach screams at him to push her off a cliff every time he sees her with him and tells him that she’s just a bitch who doesn’t deserve him. She doesn’t deserve him because Louis is his. Or he should be.
Harry is in love with Louis, and he’s known for a while. He knew even before he broke up with Hannah. But Harry never hated Hannah like he hates Eleanor and the 17-year-old doesn’t understand it. Liam tried to explain it to him once, saying something about Hannah being there before he knew Louis and that he couldn’t do anything about it, but he couldn’t exactly do anything about Eleanor, either, so that just confused him. Maybe, he thinks one day, it’s because he’s the one that introduced them. After all, every time he sees them together, he wants to kick himself, but is he really just taking out his anger on Eleanor? Harry doesn’t know. Harry doesn’t know anything anymore.
Harry doesn’t know how he fell in love with his best friend, but at the same time, he doesn’t know how anyone doesn’t fall in love with him. Louis is flirty, and loud and funny, but he’s also kind and gentle and thoughtful and really good with kids, which Harry finds more attractive than he really cares to think about. And the touching doesn’t help. Louis touches Harry more than anyone else ever has, and sometimes it seems like he goes out of his way to do it, even in private, but Harry doesn’t want to let himself think that because then he’ll delude himself into thinking that Louis loves him as more than just a friend and then he knows that things will only get worse.
It keeps getting worse, anyway, though. Every day, Louis seems to do something else to make Harry love him more and it gets harder and harder for Harry to ignore his feelings, to pretend that he’s happy that Louis found himself a girlfriend. So, instead, Harry tries to focus on something else, namely girls. He’s been with more of them than he can count at this point, and he feels bad because he knows that he’s just using them, but he needs to or else he’ll go mad. He does it to forget about Louis, for even just a little bit, and to try and convince himself that he’s not really in love with his best friend. That he’s not gay or bi or whatever. And it works, for a little while anyway.
But then it stops working and that’s when he hates Eleanor the most. It’s when he stumbles home at six in the morning after a long, blurry night of doing God knows what with God knows who and Louis sitting by the door, waiting for him and looking furious. It’s when Louis is telling him of for being so “goddamn irresponsible” and Eleanor is just sitting the couch, looking at him sympathetically, acting like she’s his friend even though she’s just spent the night doing things with Louis. His Louis. The Louis who clearly hates him right now because Harry can’t imagine a reason for someone to be so angry that doesn’t involve pure, unadulterated hate. Harry doesn’t say a word about anything, though. He just stares blankly at the ground and tries not to think about how, once it’s over, he’s going to collapse on his bed and cry himself to sleep even though he knows somewhere in the back of his mind that Louis is going to be back to normal in a few hours because Eleanor is going to calm him down. Harry hates that he can’t be the one to calm him down. Harry hates Eleanor.
“Want some popcorn, Hazza?”
Harry jumps a little in his seat. He’s been glaring at the TV screen during the entire movie trying to ignore the utterly disgusting cuddling going on next to him, so he’s a bit surprised to see Louis getting up from the couch, actually interacting with him. He was holding a bowl half full of unpopped and half popped kernels and slowly inching his way towards the kitchen. Harry glanced at Eleanor, who was try and failing to get comfortable now that her seat was gone.
“Erm, no thanks.” Harry doesn’t much feel like eating because he knows that as soon as he gets back, Louis’ going to forget all about him and focus on Eleanor and that makes him feel a bit sick. “I’m good.”
Louis frowns and opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it. His lips are pressed tightly and he stares at Harry for a second like he’s worried and the younger boy can’t help but be a bit happy. Worried at least means he cares.
Eventually, Louis makes his way into the kitchen and then Harry is left alone with Eleanor. Harry hates being alone with Eleanor almost as much as he hates being alone with her and Louis and that’s because he hates her. He hates how she gets to be with his Louis and he doesn’t. He hates how he’s the one that introduced them. Harry tries to focus on the movie instead of how much he hates a girl he used to, and still does to everyone but himself, called his friend because he knows he’ll only drive himself crazy if he doesn’t.
But, it’s hard. It’s hard for Harry to know that Eleanor has everything he’s ever wanted with the only person he’s ever really wanted it with. Harry hates Eleanor because he’d kill to be her.
Harry can’t stay focused on the movie and when he finally hears the popcorn begin to pop, he looks at his watch. A quarter ‘til eleven. He glances back towards the kitchen and knows that he doesn’t have long until Louis gets back. He turns to Eleanor.
“I’m gunna head out.” he says to her. “Say goodbye to Lou for me.”
Eleanor frowns a bit. She knows Louis isn’t going to like this, but she also knows that neither of them would be able to stop Harry. “Be safe.”
Harry nods, and quickly makes his way out the door. He doesn’t have time to pay attention the pang of guilt he feels; Louis will be back, soon and try to stop him.
It’s half six when Harry finally makes it home. He’s hungover and drunk all at once and it takes quite a bit of effort for him to make it to the door without falling over. He fumbles in his pocket for his key, but the door swings open before he has the key in his hand.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Harry blinks. Usually Louis waits until he’s inside with the door safely closed behind him before he starts cursing. But there he was, standing in the door way, looking as angry as Harry had ever seen him, for once not caring what the neighbors heard. Harry’s brain is working to slowly for him to take it all in and form a response, but Louis doesn’t give him time to answer, anyway.
“You can’t just leave without a word and then stumble home whenever you damn well please! What if someone saw you?!” Louis hisses the last sentence and Harry is lucid enough to roll his eyes. Of course that’s what Louis cares about.
“G’morning to you, too, Lou.” Harry mumbles, finally in control of himself enough to speak. His head is throbbing and he really doesn’t want to deal with this. “Can I come inside?”
“I don’t know, can you?!” At this point, Louis sounds more like an angry mum that anything else. “You can’t seem to manage to do it at a normal time like a normal person!”
“Just let him in, Louis.” Harry hears Eleanor’s voice call out from the living room. Or at least, he assumes she’s in the living room. That’s where she always is, sitting on the couch, when he and Louis have this exchange. It’s been happening more frequently lately.
Louis hesitates for a moment, but does as he’s told. His lips are pursed into a thin line and Harry can almost feel what he can only assume is pure hatred as he walks past and inside the flat.
“You can’t keep doing this.” Louis’ stopped yelling, but somehow that’s worse. “You can’t keep being so goddamn irresponsible.”
Harry just stares past Louis at the wall. He knows that nothing he says will make a difference to him, so he’s fully prepared to just sit back and take whatever Louis throws at him.
“We have practice today, did you know? We have practice today, and you’re going to be too fucking hungover to do anything so we’ll have to do it all tomorrow. If you didn’t spend all night with your whores, we wouldn’t have to waste a day we can’t afford to lose.” Louis spits the word ‘whores’ and something in Harry snaps.
“They’re not whores!”
And they’re not whores, at least in Harry’s mind. It’s not their fault he’s using them, using them to forget for a second exactly how much he hates Eleanor and exactly how in love he is with his best friend. He feels bad for using them, but if he doesn’t, he’s sure he’ll go crazy. Louis doesn’t have the right to call them whores because it’s all his fault anyway.
“The hell they’re not!”
“They’re better than your stupid girlfriend!” Harry hears Eleanor gasp and he feels bad because she’s the one who usually defends him, but he’s too angry at the moment to really care. It looks for a moment like Louis is going to lunge at Harry, but he doesn’t, so Harry carries on. “And they’re sure as hell better company than you! Fucking nuisances, the both of you!”
For the first time, Harry sees a glint of something other than anger in Louis’ eyes, and he can’t quite place what it is, but it almost looks like hurt.
“I hate how you’re always shoving your relationship in my face and how you always need to be around! I hate how you fucking touch me all the time! I hate how you can’t keep your fucking nose out of my business!” Harry’s on a roll and he can’t stop himself. He does hate all of those things, but probably for different reasons than Louis thinks. “I hate your girlfriend and I hate you.”
Suddenly, Louis looks like he’s been punched in the stomach. He looks like he can’t breathe and his eyes begin to water. “Harry…” he barely whispers. His voice is weak and pleading and very different than it had been a moment ago. “Harry, please.”
“I hate you,” Harry repeats, even though he doesn’t mean it at all. He could never hate Louis. “and I’m tired of living here.” Before he can stop himself, or even realize what he’s doing, Harry is halfway up the stairs and heading to his room. He pulls his suitcase out of his closet and just starts throwing clothes in.
“Harry, what are you doing?! Where are you going?!” Louis follows says as he follows him. When he sees Harry packing, he gasps. “No! Harry, stop!” He reaches to grab Harry’s suitcase and stop him, but Harry jerks it away. “Why are you doing this?!”
Harry ignores him and keeps packing until the suitcase is full. He zips it up and pushes past Louis to get out of his room. For once, being tall is an advantage and he takes large strides and gets downstairs and to the front door before Louis could catch up. He’s halfway out the door before Louis gets close enough to grab his wrist. Harry stops, but doesn’t look back at Louis. He grits his teeth.
“Please.” Louis begs. “Don’t do this.”
“Fuck off, Louis.” Harry says as he jerks out of Louis’ grasp. He continues on without so much as a glance back. He doesn’t see how Louis falls back against the wall or how he begins to cry.
“And here’s a question I’m sure you’re all tired of answering: who’s single and who’s taken?”
“Well, Louis has a girlfriend and I just got out of a relationship a couple months ago,” Liam says before anyone else can talk, “but the rest of the lads are single.”
The interviewer looks at Zayn at one end of the couch and Niall and Harry at the other. The other two look a bit uncomfortable, but Harry can practically feel her eyes boring into him; he squirms in his seat. Niall notices and squeezes his hand a bit to comfort him. The interviewer’s eyes light up. “Is that true, Harry?”
“Uuhh…” Harry’s mouth just kind of hangs open and he seems unable to get out an intelligent thought. It’s not really his fault he’s caught off guard, though. He’s been actively trying to say as little as possible in interviews, partially because of the fiasco that was the Xtra Factor three months ago and partially because he doesn’t trust himself to not say something stupid. “Wha… yeah. Sure.”
“You don’t sound that confident in your answer.”
Harry wonders, briefly, how much trouble he’d get in for punching the interviewer and whether or not the fact that she’s female would affect his punishment. “There isn’t anyone I’m seeing at the moment.”
That’s not a good enough answer for the interviewer. “But there’s someone you want to be seeing?”
“Erm, kind of.” Harry’s face flushes. For a moment, he’s at least a little glad he and Louis haven’t made up because that would just make this conversation so much worse. He doesn’t want to just want to be seeing Louis; he’s not even 18 yet and he wants to be with Louis. He wants to be with him and marry him and adopt a million kids with him, but Harry knows that’s never going to happen. No, because Louis is straight and he has a stupid perfect girlfriend who Harry hates and Harry may or may not have completely destroyed their friendship three weeks ago
“Oh, really?” Before the interviewer can ask anymore potentially dangerous questions, someone from management swoops in and tells her that her time is up. Harry wants to kiss him, but he thinks that might be a bit inappropriate, given the circumstances. “Well, it was nice talking to you boys.”
They politely say their goodbyes and Harry lets his head rest on Niall’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay.” the Irishman whispers.
“No.” Harry says. “It won’t.”
It’s a week after the interview and Harry’s been living on Niall’s couch for just over a month. Zayn and Liam know that something’s wrong because Louis and Harry don’t talk to each other if they can avoid it, but they don’t know what; Niall refuses to tell them. The fans notice, too, because it’s almost as if Larry Stylinson died. There’s not more cuddling, or caressing, or teasing or anything. Instead, Harry spends nearly all of his time with Niall and Louis busies himself with bothering Liam and Zayn, who don’t appreciate his affection as much as Harry did – as much as Harry still does. Harry thinks that he hears Louis say once that it’s not the same, but he knows that couldn’t have been what the older boy said because, after what Harry did, Louis must hate him.
“Hazza, I’m hungry!” Niall whines. The blond is sprawled across the couch that has become Harry’s bed and his legs are draped over Harry’s lap. He kicks them a little.
“When are you not hungry?” Harry says in a dull tone. Life is too boring without Louis.
Niall ignores him. “Hazza, make me some foooooddddd!”
“Why don’t you ask him to make you food?” Harry says after rolling his eyes and glancing over at Liam, who is sitting in the armchair. He’s over as part of some bizarre plan he and Zayn have cooked up to ‘divide and conquer’. Liam is meant to get what happened out of Harry and Zayn is supposed to do the same with Louis. So far, it isn’t going well.
Normally, something like this would amuse or at most exasperate Daddy Direction, but Liam seems to be glaring at Harry. Does he really not want to cook that much? Not that he was the best chef, but still.
Niall seems appalled by the idea, too. “He’s my guest! I can’t ask my guest to make me food! That would be rude!”
Harry scoffs. “What am I? Your pet cat?!”
“No, stupid.” Niall is so childish sometimes, that Harry almost can’t believe that he’s the same person he trusts his deepest, darkest secrets with. “You’re my roommate now; I can ask you to do whatever I want.”
Harry feels like pushing Niall off the sofa. He hasn’t actually told the other lads that he’s actually living at Niall’s. He was perfectly fine with just letting them assume he’s just been hanging out there a lot. Before Liam came over, he made sure to hide his suitcase and pile of clothes in the hall closet.
Liam’s eyes widen a bit. “You’re living here now? For how long?”
“Erm, it’s kinda…” Harry doesn’t know how to answer. He could tell the truth, but how pathetic would that seem? ‘Oh, about a month because I threw a fit and told Louis I hate him even though I’m totally, head over heels in love with him’. “Complicated.”
“How long?” Liam repeats.
Harry glances nervously at Niall, hoping that maybe he’s thought of a better answer, but he hasn’t. He’s too busy feeling guilty for accidentally letting Liam know when Harry had asked him not to tell anyone. “A-a month.” Harry says, just because he can’t think of anything else to say. He doesn’t know why the idea of Liam, his band mate and one of his best friends, knowing the truth is so terrifying, but it is.
“A month?!” Liam looks shocked and angry and, bizarrely, hurt. It must be the lying, Harry tells himself before he notices that Liam isn’t looking upset at him, but at Niall. “He’s been living here for a month and you didn’t tell me?!”
“I promised I wouldn’t!” By this time, Niall has sat up and he’s shrinking back into the cushions of the sofa as much as possible.
“What other secrets have you been keeping, Naill?”
Harry doesn’t understand why Liam is upset with the blond boy instead of him. Niall was just being a good friend and Harry was the one systematically destroying all of his relationships. “None!” Niall says, out of reflex, but then he opens his mouth to correct himself. Harry nearly slaps his hand over Niall’s mouth to stop him, but the older boy quickly shuts it. Harry is relieved; this isn’t the way Liam should find out.
Liam is about to press Niall on exactly what else Niall is hiding when he comes to a realization. He turns to Harry. “You’ve been living here a month.”
Confused, Harry nods.
“Oh my God, that explains it! It explains everything!” Liam looks strangely relieved and Harry wonders what he’s missing.
“What explains everything?” The curly haired boy asks. Apparently, he’s forgotten that curiosity killed the cat.
“You moving out.” Liam says, as though it’s obvious. “It explains why Louis’ been so off.” Harry is about to explain why his moving out couldn’t possibly be why Louis’ been acting strangely when Liam corrects himself. “Well, that and Eleanor breaking up with him, but this is definitely bigger.”
Harry’s jaw nearly drops to the floor. “Eleanor broke up with him?”
“Yeah, on Tuesday.” Liam seems a bit confused. “Didn’t you know?”
Dazed, Harry shakes his head. Of course he didn’t know, Louis isn’t speaking to him. Or he isn’t speaking to Louis. It’s not exactly clear anymore.
“Yeah,” Niall pipes in, looking rather pleased that Liam isn’t upset with him anymore, “It’s why he didn’t say anything during that one interview.”
Harry glares at Niall. “You knew?! Why the hell didn’t you tell me?!”
Suddenly, Niall runs over to the armchair Liam is sitting on and hides behind him. “I thought you knew!”
“Why would I know!?” Harry says as he stands up, walking rather menacingly towards the pair of them. “I’ve been living with you for a month!”
Niall can’t answer and he looks pleadingly at Liam to save him. “Harry, you should really talk to Louis. He needs you right now, more than anyone.”
Harry scoffs. “He doesn’t need me. He doesn’t even want me.”
“You’re his best friend; don’t you think you should stop being so childish and start acting like it?”
Harry bites his lip. Liam was right, but they don’t call him ‘Daddy Direction’ for nothing. “I’ll go see him tomorrow.”
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