Secret Admirers //one direction//

Chapter 42

I ignore him looking into a dark opening that gives into the kitchen.

I start walking and end up in a corridor that brings to the dining room. Harry has followed me as well. We surpass a closed door to the left and enter a wide open one on the right, and Harry turns on the light right after, revealing a moderately large room with a couple of sofas on one side and a table big enough to sit six people on the other, ceiling to floor curtains that I'm sure hides equally large windows right to the side of the table. Were they supposed to connect the dining room and the garden?

On the other side of the room there is a huge abstract painting hanging on the wall. I find it equally interesting.

We get out of the dining room and walk down the corridor again stopping in front of the closed door.

There was the pause of a heartbeat when I pushed it open, a creek breaking the silence again, enough to tell me it had been closed for a long time.

I don't dare to go any further since it's too dark for me to even see what is right in front of me. Harry goes in. There was a loud sound and then, all of a sudden the blackout curtains are pulled open to reveal a huge bow window that seems to take up almost an entire wall, the golden sunlight hitting the glass and coming into the room a little refracted, freezing the dust that has been raised by our entrance into the air.

I give a quick glance around the room but I'm not able to recognise anything since every single object is covered by white sheets. I meet Harry's eyes, he is on the opposite side of the room, next to the window, a confusing, look on his face.

He turns around again and opens one of the windows, allowing the fresh air of the autumn to get into the cold room as the dust begins to settle, the air quickly becomes more breathable as the stale one around us is replaced by the one that smells like flowers that comes from outside.

"Hey what are you doing?" I ask him, thinking that he was scared to even switch on the lights some time back but now he is literally opening windows!

"You're not gonna listen to me anyways so I decided to listen to you." He says.

I hug him tight saying, "I love you Haz!"

"What's with this place huh? My Angel is completely into it!" Harry remarks. I break away from the hug saying, "Believe me or not but it looks like the house I've always wanted to live in."

"Whatever makes you happy, I'm always there with you." Harry says, his feet hitting something.

The white sheet falls down revealing a desk, in front of the window, covered with paper sheets and unfinished sketches, some art supplies and more glasses that I can count, a bit stained by previous colour at the bottom. Harry and I pull down the sheets revealing a shelf full of even more supplies, on the right side, from paintbrushes to paper sheets to little pieces of wood I don't know the use of, a stack of finished paintings in the corner and a light grey armchair in the other, a stool and a couple of chairs abandoned on the left side of the room, another shelf right opposite to the first one and, in the end, an easel right in the middle of the room, a canvas stuck on top of it with just a blue line in it.

I bit my lower lip, feeling a bit uneasy as I take in the looks of the room. It's a freaking art studio. Everything's right where the artist had left it, it's clear, considering the many pencils scattered on top of the desk as if he/she'd just put them down.