Simone's POV
"Where are you guys staying right now?" I ask as we stand outside Delia's Cafe. Harry and I had a little argument because I wanted to pay for everyone's food but he insisted to pay and was already taking out cash from his wallet.
"A good friend of mine, David Choe offered his home here for us to stay over the night." Harry says making my heart drop.
"You're kidding right?" Biting my lip and hoping he's totally bluffing.
He frowns a little, "I'm not, he has a home here that he and his family stay at during winter." He continues and I close my eyes running my fingers through my hair.
"Why whats wrong?" Harry asks sounding a little worried.
"Nothing." I quickly say before looking away.
I then felt a hand grab my wrist and another hand intertwines with it. I look down and found that he was holding... hands with me.
He brings it up a little and turns my hand over and over making me feel like I was about to explode because this man is holding my hand. This man.
Of course, I didn't know how to react so I instantly pull my hand away but he didn't let me go at all. I realize that his hand is so much bigger than mine that if he holds it side ways, my hand disappears.
"Wh-what are you doing?" I ask as he continues to study my hand. Making me feel a little bit insecure because what if there's paint still stuck there. I mean it doesn't matter if there is but... I felt scared to know what he would think.
He probably thinks I'm a dirty person in general I thought.
"You have a very small hand. Your nails look like it hasn't been touched before which makes it so much better because they look so beautiful. It looks like you've used this one a lot, I take it you're right handed?" He says finally looking up and good lord, I was red as a fucking tomato.
"I... I... correct. I paint remember?" I stammer looking back down to my hand still embraced by his.
"Oh!" He exclaims and I frown looking up to him.
"Why?" I ask.
He chuckles finally letting go of my hand, "I want to see your studio, I mean if that's alright with you." He says smiling.
This man really wants to kill me. I was just recovering from that now he's making me nervous again.
"I... I don't know. What about them? You should ask them first." I say nodding over to the others, who's in a deep conversation. Harry rolls his eyes before leaning into the streetlight.
"They wouldn't say no. They'd love it." He says shrugging. I step back and a small smile creeps into my face.
"You really are persuasive Mr. Styles." I say letting out a laugh. He made a "well" face.
"I'm Harry Styles aren't I? So shall we go?" He asks and I chuckle nodding my head before taking out the keys from my back pocket and head over to my car.
"Everyone! We're going to visit Simmie's art studio!" Harry calls out to everyone and to my surprise, they were excited about it.
"Oh gawd, ya'll better take deep breaths. That place is breath taking." Pete says and I laugh shaking my head before stepping inside the car.
Everyone jumps in as well, I roll the window down signaling for Pete to go first which he did and I followed behind him.
Five minutes later, we were pulling up outside my studio. I don't know why, but I haven't been this nervous. The last time I was like this was probably the time I was over-thinking if I should continue my studio.
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Green Eyed Singer
FanfictionSimone, a selfless young lady that lives in Wyoming. One day she finally got to choose herself and she did. Harry, a young man who sings for a living, someone that most people admires and love. Someone who's sick of not being able to have a normal l...