Life in the middle-Harry Styles Fanfic AU COMPLETED

Chapter 40

Where do broken hearts go?-One Direction

4months later-

Its been a roller coaster for the past few months. I did break down and fall to bits when I crushed Harry's and my hearts and lost it even more when Gemma told me he had gone back to England earlier then excepted. I released into a hermit and didn't leave the house, or see and of my doctors. I fell apart, I fell in to a big black hole and I thought this was it for me I wouldn't make it out this time. Thankfully Pete took it upon himself to reach out and his incessant badgering got to me. He took me to see my psychiatrist, and held me accountable to take my meds and go to my visits be it the GP, psychiatrist or support worker, Pete got me back on track.
I couldn't thank him more as I felt I was now in a better position to deal with stress and life in general.

In the past few months I immersed myself in my work which brought me to show casting my art in a very prominent art Gallery.

In that haze that I was in and out of Gemma Styles, became a support person for me and our friendship grew. I was so impressed that she was able to help me like her brother did her and I knew he would be proud, but I wouldn't know. Harry and I had no contact after the day I asked him to leave and Gemma respected me enough not to bring him up in conversation. Even though I didn't talk about him, it didn't mean I wasn't thinking about him. He was with me, in my heart everyday. Though the crap I drew strength from our time together and thought about him daily. I wasn't sure if he was able to get back to his life and I wasn't sure if he thought about me like I did him? But I was too afraid to find out.

I wasn't any good for him, I wasn't the constant thing I should have been like he was with me, never faltering in his support and love for me.
Every time I thought about Harry I would be lost for hours, reliving every memory, every conversation, smile and touch. My mind craved him, my body craved him but I knew at some point I had to let go of it all and stop putting myself through the feeling of guilt and list chances.

My phone rings and that pulls me out of my thoughts of Harry. Until I see the name Gemma flashing on the screen. She was unique but she did remind me of Harry but in a good way. His sense of humour, his laugh and his vulnerability.
I answer the phone, "Hey pet, are you ready for us to pick you up?" Gemma questioned. Us had become an item a little more then a month ago, Nicolas had entered Gemma's life at the right time and they were perfect for each other.
I check my hair again, it's in a low side bun but it makes me feel naked when teamed with my off the shoulder mint coloured dress. It's tight in all the right places and I feel confident in this dress and confident is what I needed to be at the opening night of my art show.
"Yep I'm ready, well as I'll ever be" I answer and Gemma giggles back at me.
"Aww love we'll see you down stairs in 5", Gemma chimes and I end the call with a thank you.
I grab my purse, pat Jinx bye, lock the door and head down stairs.
I wait by the side of the road and in less then 2 minutes Gemma's car pulls up, Nicolas gets out to open my door for me, I kiss him hello and get in the back, Gemma turns and smiles at me adding "you look so hot Echo", I smile back at her and touch her gently on the shoulder. I'm so glad she's here with me tonight.
Gemma chats to Nicolas and I about how excited she is too see all my work, not just the stuff she has seen at my home Studio.

Tonight is a mix of earlier works to my most recent nudes.
I become anxious as we pull up to the gallery and Gemma hands her keys to the valet.
We all get out of the car and being to walk towards the door.
Rebecca the gallery owner, hugs me hello and we talk shop for a few minutes before she asks for everyone's attention. I feel the anxiety increase but I just close my eyes for a moment and breath deeply.
Rebecca introduces me to at least 80 people floating around with flutes of wine, looking interested in what she is saying about me. I zone out but suddenly she calls my name for be to say a few words.

I don't feel I can do this so I look at Gemma for strength and thank Rebecca and all for attending tonight. I briefly describe some of the works and tell everyone to have a great night.
With all the formalities over, I'm free to mingle, even though I'm struggling.
I'm happy with the collections of art Rebecca has chosen, from my Green eyes series, Oceania and my latest nudes. They are interesting, to me.
It's amazing how much of Harry's body I could recall and draw. Every inch and crevice of him, I've seen and touched. I grab any other glass of wine to calm my nerves. I'm standing there looking at a large drawing of Harry's torso, sipping the cool wine and relaxing slightly until I hear a voice behind me. I freeze.
"So do I get royalties then love?" Harry questions me with a smile and walks to stand besides me.