Life in the middle-Harry Styles Fanfic AU COMPLETED

Chapter 14

"Ok" I answer and hang up the phone. I then pull out my mobile to see 5 missed calls from the same number. It's Harry's so I add it to the contacts.
He is coming here to see my work, so it's not a social visit. I can do this, I can be professional, I can be detached, it's what I do. I turn the CD player on and classical piano fills the room.
I decide to start the ocean theme and pull out a primed canvas onto an easel.
I go to chose the paints, blues mainly, but some greens too. Yet again I'm reminded of those eyes. I realise I have to hide the art pieces of him, I did say they are purchased.
I begin with wide strokes of paint from my palette. This calms me down, knowing I'm waiting for Harry.

An hour and a bit later I hear the intercom rings and hear Jinx meow loudly, we aren't use to many visitors.
I don't bother checking myself in the mirror, I'll only be disappointed by my messy appearance.
I press the intercom button and unlock the buildings door. It will only take him a couple of minutes to make it up stairs, I decide to take a peek in the mirror and regret it immediately. My hairs a mess, I don't want to start on my clothes and I have a few paint smudges on my face, great.
I open the door band start to walk down the hall, I hear Harry's voice with I get into the kitchen.
"Hello"
"Just lock the door behind you, I'm in the kitchen, would you like some tea?" I spit out at a fast rate.
"Whoa" he says as he walks in to my kitchen, "I've locked the door and yes I'd love a cup of black tea please" he answers, he places the dirty shirt I lent him on the bench. I forgot about that, that means his shirt is still here? It's been a long day, I'm not dating this man and this is the third time I'm seeming him in one day? I feel slightly out of control.
I make two cups of tea and hand him one then head to the studio, I can hear him follow, his footsteps heavier then mine.

"Wow" he starts
"That's looking amazing Echo, you really have a lot of talent" he admires, gives me a perfect smile and I start to feel that heat connected between us. He must feel something too as he takes a few steps to end up side by side with me.

"So which piece did were you interested in?" I ask, all professional.

"Those green eyes would be great if that wasn't already sold?" He questions, and I know he knows I was lying.
I gulp down some tea to stop the dryness in my mouth.
"Yes that's a shame, do you like anything else?

He takes a walk around and stops at a series of nudes, "these are wonderful, how do you get your models?" He asks casually taking a drink of his tea, even that gesture brings butterflies to my stomach.
"Um I advertise and I have a few regular art students" I answer as I start to pick up my brush and continue with the ocean.
"So I could be a model then?" He asks with a hint of mischief in his voice, he comes around and is standing beside me again, watching me work.
I shrug my shoulders "sure if you wanted to, I mean you could..umm you could keep your clothes on" I stammer. Boy this is really professional and smooth I think sarcastically to myself.
"Ok, what about a charcoal of me?" I can feel him smiling next to me.
Why can't I concentrate around him? Right, grow up and be an adult about this.
This is art, it means nothing but a sketch of the human body, that's all, I argue with myself.

"Ok if you could just sit on that stool, I can get a feel for your body structure" good girl, that's more like it I think.
I move to an easel with plain paper and assorted charcoals. I get myself prepare but when I look up, there is no hiding my surprise. I see Harry topless, his tight jeans hitched low on his hips, sitting on the edge of the stool with one long leg bent. His arms are hanging at his sides and I can't help but stare at his sculptured upper body covered with tattoos scattered around.
I see two vines with leaves on either side of his abs, just above his pelvis.
When I can tear my eyes away from his body, I look up at his to face. He is smiling at me almost taunting me.
"So is this fine?" He questions my as he brings one arm and places it on his folded leg.

"Sure of course that's fine, I'll just do a few quick sketches and then get you to move around" I being to allow the charcoal to work its magic and have two drawings in this position, I then rudely order him to turn away from me, so I can draw his muscular smooth back.

"So how's it going?" He asks me and I answer with a "good, good!".
"So can I take a look now?" He asks and I can tell his smiling.
I don't bother looking up, I continue to shade in my drawing and I feel him come up behind me.
I stiffen, he always seems to close and I find myself fighting to breath slowly. My chest moves up and down at a faster rate and I hope that he doesn't notice. I still don't understand why I'm so nervous with energy around him. He makes me feel like my body has come alive again. I feel sensations in my body that I forgot I had.

"That looks fantastic Echo, I'm really great" he beams.
"Would you like to chose one for framing?" Back to professional but not for long.
"I'll take them all" he tells me and my mood changes again.
I have wind this up like I usually do with my models. No awkwardness normally but I feel like I'm the white elephant in the room.

He puts his hand on my shoulders and turns me around. He is smiling and his eyes seem to lighter. His lips plump. And his upper body is a work of art itself.
"Care to dance?" He doesn't wait for my answer, when he takes one hand and places it on the small of my back, and the other holds my dirty charcoal hand. He pulls my in close our bodies almost touching at the hip and he starts to dance to the music in the background.

I wouldn't call it dancing as I'm not able to move as smooth as him, so I just sway with him. He is looking down at me and I just stare at the bird I see.
He gently pulls me in a little closer and lays his face into my hair.
I feel his body move with mine and feel his sculptured body closer to mine now touching. My hips burn at the touch of his and he moves his hand up and down my back.

I start feeling anxious and that just means one thing. An anxiety attack. It's here and imminent. He must realise I'm breathing to fast and he pulls away from me but turn I run out of the room and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
With my head in between my legs I here him calling my name in a calm voice on the other side of the door.