Life in the middle-Harry Styles Fanfic AU COMPLETED

Chapter 12

Hi all,
I'm going to try something different for me and add Harry's point of view. Let me know if you like it please.

Harry's POV

I go back into the lounge room after she takes my shirt. I find the familiar black folio she had with her at the meeting so I sit on the couch and start flicking through the pages, this is great.

I decide to lay down and continue to look at drawing after drawing from landscapes to nudes, she's extremely talented but you can sense the darkness in some works.
I hear her come back in, worrying I'm too relaxed I just wait for her to gauge a mood.
She hands me a dress shirt what is paint splattered like hers, I hold it as I'm not sure I want to cover myself up and wonder who these dress shirts belonged to? A friend, or lover?

I know she's looking at me I can feel her eyes burning into my. She scans my upper body and my tattoos.
I give in and put the shirt on but I don't button it up. She smirks at me.
I decide seeing she's in a decent mood, I may talk her into showing me her studio. She gives in and I walk behind her and I feel the same pull towards as the night on the stairs with her.
I know she's moody, I know she doesn't do mornings, so I wonder if I have pushed her too far with asking about her studio.

She moves out of the way and I open the door...and I'm in complete shock when I look in. There are easels of paintings and charcoal drawings, of me.
An enormous painting of my green eyes, I know it's me because she's capture the colour perfectly. What do I do now? What do I say? Does she feel the heat between us like I do? There's only one way to find out, I turn towards her and she there is a look shock and embarrassment in her face.
"So, what's this then love?" I ask with a hint of humour in my voice for her sake.
She looks everywhere but my eyes. I have to make her see it's ok, that I'm flattered by this.
She walks into the studio, lifting her arms up to the paintings.

"These are for a buyer, they are part of a set I've done already" she lies and she knows I know. I take her in, she looks adorable in her pyjamas and same shirt as mine. I already know she has an amazing body no matter how much she likes to hide it. I look into her hazel eyes that have a hint of gold in them and she looks away. Her chestnut hair is rolled into a bun at the top of her head, and she's standing with one hand on her hip and another on her draughting table.
"So have you seen enough?" She questions.
I can't keep my eyes off her.
My sister needed me a little more this past week but I couldn't not wait to see her again this week.
I forgot her Private number policy but I'm relieved she didn't answer the first time I called. I had a few drinks and with a false confidence I made a call to speak to her. Now I wonder what would have happened if she did answer.

"So are we done here? I've got things to do, like yesterday" she spits out sarcastically, ouch.
I don't know why but I feel myself walking towards her, that heat burning hotter as I am less then a foot from her.
Her eyes are downward and she won't make eye contact with me. I put my arm up and gently holding her cheek, willing her to look up at me. It takes a while but she reluctantly looks into my eyes. She seems mesmerised, in world of her own.
I want to kiss her desperately, but underneath all her walls she looks vulnerable.
I lean in and slowly kiss her cheek.
She doesn't seem surprised just a little lost. She licks her lips and goes to talk but then changes her mind.

I wonder what she would have said when I step back and slowly drop my hand to my side.
"I better get going, I'm taking my sister to lunch and it's getting on" great that sounds like a hit and run. I walk towards her door, leaning down once to pat the man of her life Jinx, lucky guy.