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Harry wakes up in sweat on the 28th of December, he fell asleep last night reading about confused fans not understanding if he was going to retire or announce an album, the morning light is peeking through the curtains. He rubs his eyes, tosses his covers aside and sits up with his head in his hands, he groans, feeling the start of a headache thumping in the walls of his skull.
He reaches absentmindedly for his phone only to open it and see the new trending hashtag on Twitter.
#netflixreleasethevolume2files
Harry frowns, yawns as he gets up from the bed, he scrolls down further and his heart stops.
Louis Tomlinson has signed a petition to release cut out scenes from season five. He knows. Louis has been on Twitter and seen everything that Harry missed while he was asleep.
Apparently there is a document including all the scenes that Netflix cut out and everyone is petitioning for them to release those missing scenes. It makes so much sense as to why it was inconsistent and hard to understand. Like there were missing pieces of the puzzle.
But Harry has no time to think about all this now, why would it matter that his ex is watching the same TV show that he is? Why does his heart starts beating so fast at the thought of him watching Will yearn for his best friend the same way Harry did all those years ago?
He should be over it by now, but just like he isn't about to let Netflix ruin this for him he may never get over anything in his life. He gets in the shower and gets ready for the day even though he has no business to attend, the holidays with his family were less sad than last year's but still after so much loss he deserves a win.
When he enters the kitchen and flicks on the button of his coffee machine an idea blooms in his mind, he saw someone mention that the rich fans should purchase a billboard in Timesquare and that is exactly what he is. Once he sits at the counter with a hot cup of coffee he opens his browser and starts looking into how to purchase a Billboard. He realises that he has to design what he wants to promote.
Well, shit. He has a team of people to do that for him usually, so he gets creative and opens Canva. He decides to go with a plain poster incriminating Netflix of cutting out scenes and asking to release them.
He then sends it on the website and pays a couple thousands so it will appear a few hours. A sigh of relief escapes his mouth, he stands up and goes over the cupboard as his stomach rumbles, he grabs the bread and slides them in the toaster.
The day will be long.