Harry made his way over to Nick and could see him bouncing on his heels. He was in for it.

"Fucking Harold, of course you've been here 10 minutes and already worked your magic on my dream man," Nick mocked.

"What are talking about, just met him." Harry tried for deflection and took a drink of his cocktail before. Looking over his shoulder. Laurel turned away quickly, but Willy smiled at him.

"That's what I'm talking about, they've been watching you since you walked away. Fancy a three way, Styles?" Nick laughed loudly.

Harry shook his head, he was really just interested in a two way, honestly. From there Nick launched into a schpiel about all the ways that Willy CArtier could do no wrong.

"Harry, he totally out styles, Styles. Think he's walked every designer you love. The man must eat nothing but Kale with the way he looks with no clothes on. I've never seen him misstep with his fashion. I heard the other day that he spent $500 on these painted jeans, but from the picture, they were worth every penny." Harry scoofed internally, but then remember the $900 he'd sent on his leather jeans, Nick was still going, "There were tight, not obscene like yours, but perfectly thigh skimming. Ugh. His facial hair, think he shapes his eyebrows or he's just lucky being Vietnemese? "Harry treated the question as rhetorical, and that seemed the riht choice, because Nick was STILL talking. But Harry must have lost the plot, because he swore that Nick had just mentioned Willy's arsehole.

"I'm sorry, What?" Harry dropped the t as always and his face was a picture of bafflement.

"What, what? I'm gay, Harry, not just visiting, I spend time back there. It's supposed to be aesthetically pleasing. He's very groomed, could see him doing it for Frank Ocean, I mean, I'd bleach mine for either of them honestly. Could be a bonding experience. We could test it out!" Nick was raising his eyebrows excitedly.

Harry laughed out loud and felt his shoulders come down for the first time since he spotted his girl.
The rest of the night was filled with more anecdotes from Nick about the magnificence of Willy and conjecture about his Willy. Apparently he had a tight nit group of childhood friends he vacationed with and could lad it up on a night out, stupid hand gestures included.

Harry was frankly sick of the discourse, he loved Nick, but his ego was sore and grimmy kept pressing on the bruise with his praise.

It wasn't really fair to Nick, Harry'd been comparing himself to Willy pretty much constantly since he saw him with Laurel going to the pub.

In an effort to distract himself, He'd clocked on Laurel's location again. She was perched on the end of a chair and Willy was whispering in her ear. She snorted in response, and he filled in the sweet sound in his head.

"Why the long face , Harry. Someone put olive juice in your drink, " Nick took his cocktail and sipped it.

Harry ignored his antics, "how do you know all this about the fellow?" Harry had spent a fair amount of time on Laurel's instagram recently and that had led him to Willy's. But this information was mostly unfamiliar.Nick knew things Harry had not sussed out from his social media. Though he was envious of his wardrobe.

"I've asked around, have you not noticed he's my new celebrity crush. Keep up Harold!" Nick all but shouted and Harry felt the burn of eyes in his neck. His skin prickled and he turned to the side and caught Laurel's quick turn away again. He would have felt a moment of smug satisfaction, but couldn't find it in himself. She may have glanced at him a couple times, but the man of every ones dreams was still attached to her hip.

Tomo came over then to lead him through his section and Harry was thankful for the break from the fan club.
"Who was the girl?" Tomo asked as they rounded the last corner of the installation.

"Which girl?" Harry feigned as he placed his 5th empty glass on a passing tray.

"The one you keep looking for with the long haired bloke," Tomo rolled his eyes at Harry. "You've got that look, like chances missed."

"Just a girl I used to know," Harry shrugged and excited himself to the bathroom.

It was down a long, narrow hallway and the lighting was bad, a little too dim to accomplish its atmospheric intent, so he wasn't surprised when he stumbled into someone.
He smelled here before he saw her.he anchored his hand on her hip and his breath caught. Maybe the lighting was fine, because a mood was set.

He pulled back to look her in the eye and watched her pupils dialate and her chest brushed his when she sucked in a breath.

"Hi Harry," she breathed, and he was so encouraged by her physical response to him he nearly missed the change. Her eyes shuttered and she untangled herself from him. "Can't believe I bumped into YOU, that's a change, clumsy." Laurel laughed. " so, what do you think of Willy?" She asked and flicked her hair over her shoulder.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Dunno, what do you think of Willy?"

"I think he's perfect and a really good time. He pursued me after we met at ed's. Figured he had an agenda, but he surprised me and asked me out instead," she smiled and gave a shrug. "He's a good cook and he's been teaching me yoga."

"I didn't know you liked yoga."

"Me either. But of course you didn't Harry," She gave him a sad smile and quick hug before starting to walk away.

His stomach dropped out, there was a lot he didn't know. "Laurel, you look really good, so happy, and I'm glad. I just," he pinched his bottom lip. "I wish it had been me."

Laurel blinked quickly a couple times and walked away.

Harry didn't feel much like hanging around after that, do he made his goodbyes and grabbed his coat. He laughed at his own childishness when he gave the photo of Willy at the entrance a two fingered salute.

His self pity was boring even him, but his regret was overwhelming evening. Laurel was gone, her new man meant to be.

He found himself scrolling down her Instagram and had a miniature heart attack when he accidentally double tapped a photo of her the day she got hired by Ed Lee. It was right before they met. He broke the little heart quickly and decided he needed to put away the technology before he did something he couldn't undo so easily. He had just plugged the phone in his kitchen and was turning to walk again when it buzzed again.

His draw dropped before the side of his mouth quirked up into a smug smile at the memory tinged message.

"I wasn't the only one who got a show in Barcelona."