Life in the middle-Harry Styles Fanfic AU COMPLETED

Chapter 16

Harry POV

I lay here in this small room, beautifully decorated and the smell of coconut is intoxicating. I realise this is one of the hints of scent that I smell when Echo is close enough to me, like tonight. The smell of musk, vanilla and coconut was enough to drive me insane in the studio.
I know I may he pushed her a bit when I took my shirt off to model but in my defence, her drawing of nudes were exactly that, completely nude.
I could tell that I stumped her but she stayed professional, well until I tried to dance with her.
I find the need to be close to her but without coming on to her outright.

Dancing allowed for our closeness and I felt her body mould to mine. Everything was ok until I had to feel her that little bit more closer to me.

I don't blame her for freaking out. Here I am in your work studio have a piece done for me but I had to ruin it. I cant imagine if potential clients of mine coming on to me in my office.
I was terrified when she locked herself in the bathroom, I know that was because of me so I couldn't leave her, not even for a minute.
5 hours of torturous thoughts and a feeling of what I would have lived through if she had hurt herself.
It's not like I know a lot about her and she didn't seem to have any signs of self harm but still.

The memory of my sister doing a similar thing to me when I first came from the UK, felt like I was reliving it. But Gemma took an overdose and the police had to break down the door to get to her.
That feels like a life time ago and even though my sister is doing much better, I'll never forgive myself that I couldn't stop her from going to far.

I toss in bed and flip the covers off, I can't sleep not right now. I get up and quietly walk to the kitchen for a glass of water. Jinx follows me from the hall way and I wonder were he sleeps when I look down the hallway.
There is only one door open, hers.
I wonder if she can sleep, unlike me? I wonder if she's been dreaming of me the way I have of her? I wonder if her feelings mirror mine with the same want, pull and need. A raw need to be close to her, near her, to want her and to have her.

I get back in bed and laugh quietly when Jinx comes in and settles himself on the bed and I fall asleep to the sound of purring.

I wake up to the sound of classical music playing quietly throughout the house. I wipe the sleep from my eyes and pull on my pants and my shirt on not bothering with the buttons, I hardly do.

I check the kitchen, but it's empty. I see the coffee has been brewed so I pour myself a cup.
I wonder into the lounge room but she isn't there either.

The Studio, but the door is closed. I lean against the door frame, wondering if I should enter or not.
I feel like I shouldn't but I can't help it. I tap on the door lightly.
She opens the door and looking amazing, even in her outfit.

Denim overalls and a tight singlet, green. He hair is pulled back into a messy pony tail.
She returns to her painting and I stay were I am. Best I don't get close enough to her again.

"So did you sleep ok?"she questions not looking at me.
"Yeah it was ok, I had a visitor too" I give a gentle laugh and he returns it.
"So much for loyalty" she answers turn around towards me with a smile.
I take a sip of my coffee, and watch her make broad stroke with paint on a massive lifelike canvas. I always want to know how slapping on some paint can make an incredible art piece.

"Can I try?" I ask her, she turns and I gesture towards the painting.
She steps back from her work and that brings her closer to me. He sent feels me nostrils and it's like I can't get even if it.

"Sure, come stand over here" she points, I leave my coffee on a desk with a cup of her own.
She gives me a large brush already loaded with paint. She uses her own to show me what to do.
This is more relaxing then I thought, you become distracted by what you are doing and forget everything.
Well almost everything.
I can understand how this would work for her, give her an outlet and make her concentrate only on what she's doing. I must be doing something wrong when she tells me to stop. She puts her hand on my hand holding the brush and she shows me a technique that looks more like what she was doing.
I find a different distraction now, her.
Somehow I find myself moving my left hand to cover hers. She stiffens slightly but doesn't move her hand.
My hands and hers move around the painting and I hear her breathing speed up again, just not the same as last night.
She stops moving my hand around and she turns to face me.

"Harry what do you want?" She asked me as bluntly as possible.
I am thrown back for a moment but this is her, not pussyfooting around, straight up.
I don't answer but take her hand with the brush still in it and move the brush from my collar bone, down past my butterfly and down to my vines.

I let her hand go and she sucks air in through clenched teeth. She brings the brush from my hip straight up to my neck.
I put my hand in the paint palette and use my fingers to paint a line from her temple down her cheek to her jaw line.

This goes on for a few long minutes, almost like a pre foreplay but with our clothes on. The next time I paint down her face she does the same.
Holding her cheek, I pull her face up and move in closer until and kiss her forehead, jaw line and continue to give her soft kiss until I'm at her lips.

She closes her eyes but I can't help but keep mine open. She's incredibly beautiful and some how so fucking hot with the paint on her, like she an art piece that belongs to me and me to her.

I feel her tongue break through my lips and she finds mine. Our mouths are giving each other a frenzied assault. She doesn't slow down, so neither do I when I place my hands on either side of her face but she has other plans.
She pulls a hand down to her lower back and she pulls herself in closer to me, as close as we can go..