I walk into the shop and the smell of mold hits me in the face before I can get properly through the door. Harry leans against the hallway wall with a deep scowl on his face. The sound of tools against drywall can be heard. Zayn backs out of the office, rubbing the back of his neck and looking skeptical as he pulls on a paper mask and hands one to Harry. I approach them.

There are men in the office ripping down the wall where the mold smell came from, as well as Liam, chatting with who I assume is the landlord. He's tall and handsome, though much older than any of us. He turns to look at Harry and shakes his head slowly. Harry sucks his teeth and his scowl deepens. I touch his shoulder gently.

"What's wrong Haz?"

"An entire motherfucking week at the least, Cil. He wants to rip down entire fucking walls and shit, just as a fucking precaution, on my dime and my fucking time." He stops speaking to me a begins to address the landlord, berating him from several feet away. "Precaution? Precautions are taken before you sign leases and contracts and shit. You fucking prick. How the hell dont you know there's fucking mold in your fucking walls, idiot."

I stare at him in amazement. He's a hot head sometimes but clearly tonight he's more than stressed out. Something tells me it's about more than the work being done.

"Harry!" I call to him, he looks at me, the color runs out of his face a bit and the vein bulging in his neck subsides. "Calm down."

"This is fucking bullshit, Cilly. We'll be lucky if we get to open in January with this mess. I do not have time for this."

"A week isn't going to make a difference Baby. Be reasonable." His eyes narrow on me, but I can tell he's listening. "Imagine if we were open for business and had to shut down for mold. This is better in the long run. I know you don't want to hear that but it is."

"No. He can't understand that. It's too much like sound logic."

I turn at the sound of the voice; the accent is Australian, the man it belongs to looks deeply annoyed. I try not to be too offended, Harry did just call him a prick and an idiot. I meet his eyes and his face softens a bit.

"Could you let me handle this, please."

He nods. I turn back to Harry who looks like a mad man. He looks at me like I'm insane, I take his hand and lead him into the break room.

"You think I didn't see that shit? I saw that shit Cecilia."

"What Harry?"

"He likes you."

And now I'm just plain shocked, and a bit disturbed. What the hell is wrong with him?

"He said one sentence to me! Stop acting crazy!"

"I'm not. I'm just not blind. I saw it. You know I saw it."

"Stop it, Haz." I push him into a seat; he lets me. I sit across from him as he looks sternly into my eyes. "We have to get you out of here. The mold and all the dust flying around from them ripping down walls can't be good for your asthma."

"He wants everybody out for the entire week."

The scowl returns to his face. I shake my head.

"It's for the best Haz. I know it's annoying but it will be better for us in the end. Calm down. It's not really a big deal."

"They're ripping out the mural and everything!"

He rolls his eyes, and I can't help but grin at him.

That's what most of this is about.

He doesn't want them to ruin the Aemon. I reach across the table and grab his hand.

"You can put it back up Haz. No worries."

He nods. I kiss his hand and he relaxes a little.

"Whatever. You were supposed to get mad with me...it's not fun being angry by myself."

"One of us has to be level headed."

"Yeah...Liam." I giggle. Suddenly his eyes light up. "But now that I think about it, this means I can give you your surprise earlier than I thought. And make it better too..."

"What do you have planned, Haz?"

"I'm Not Telling You!" He says, looking appalled at the idea. I smile sweetly at his disapproving look. "But it's amazing. I have amazed my own damn self, to be honest."

"Don't you amaze yourself everyday?"

He looks hurt, I giggle.

"I'm trying to be nice to you and you're insulting me..."

"I love you, Haz."

He blushes and smiles, like those words make everything better. He stands up and pulls me up with him. He pulls my gloves out of one of his jacket pockets, and hands me a new plain black pair from the other one. I smile as he pulls on my old gloves; white with hot pink stars all over. He looks at me with an embarrassed shrug.

"I just like these ones, okay?"

I nod.

"I'm not judging you."

After I hug and kiss Zayn and thank him for sticking up for me, he assures me that it was nothing, then Liam properly introduces me to Sam

- the landlord - who shakes my hand and apologizes for the inconvenience. I decide he's an alright guy, despite Harry's obvious dislike for him .

As we step out of the shop, I turn to head towards the subway , but Harry stops me and gestures towards a rental car parked at the curb.

"Get in, Baby."