This City [n.h]

07. bend the rules

Isobel's P.O.V.

Almost three months later..

These past three months have been crazy and flew by faster than I thought they would. Last month, I got a call from a top artist who lives in Los Angeles and he had told me that he was interested in my work. His name is Oliver Beckett. I was shocked, to be honest, because my recent art pieces were definitely not my best work. At least in my eyes.

He had actually called to work with me and this was such a big opportunity that I could not pass up. He flew down to San Francisco about a week ago and we met up to talk about his new collection of work he has had in mind for months. He was just looking for the perfect artist to collaborate with him on it and it just so happened to be me. We both agreed to title our collection Mind Takes which I think aligns up well with the pieces in it.

It's been a month since the last time Niall and I actually had a proper conversation, to be honest. After our first phone call, we only called twice again after but it lasted only 15 minutes. He had to go every time. We text every now and then, but the conversation stops after I tell him about my day. We just got busy, that's all. 

I'm currently at the park Niall took me to the first night we met and I'm sitting on the grass, just casually sketching. I did not have to go to the art studio today and I had some random urge to come here today. So, here I am.

I tend to lose track of time easily whenever I am in my zone of sketching, so I just now realized the sun is beginning to set. I sighed, packing my things away and getting up to go back to my car.

I pulled up to my apartment complex, parking my car in my usual spot. I grabbed my things and got out of my car, pressing the lock button on my keys. I adjust my things in my arms, making sure I had a tight grip on them. I am too busy adjusting my items in my arms and looking down at them that I don't notice a huge crack in my pathway.

This obviously results in me tripping over. 

What do I do? I brace myself by closing my eyes tightly and letting out a loud, audible gasp.

I am waiting for my body to come in contact with the concrete and expecting to have some sort of scratches somewhere on my body. But that never happens.

Somehow, gravity to be on my side and floated me upwards.

Ha, kidding! Imagine how cool that would be though. A girl can only dream of the coolest shit to happen, right?

I felt a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, holding me up which prevented me from falling forward. I'm slightly out of breath from the panic I just went went through and I am too embarrassed to look up at my hero.

I mumbled out a 'thanks' and pulled myself away from their grip. I adjust the items in my arms once again, still not looking at the person.

"I caught you this time."