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Chapter 11

<> this isn't my art but it's really cool!!!<>

-ONE WEEK LATER-

Harry and I were sitting on the couch cuddling.
My head was leaning against his shoulder and our hands were intertwined on his lap.

We really weren't talking about anything specifically,just blurting out random things that come to mind then embracing the silence that followed.

"Do you ever wish you could go back to school?" Harry ask me.

"yeah,of course."

"Why?"

"Because I had plans before this happened." I say."I planned on going to college and having a life and I really didn't expect to be stuck in a house."

A long pause came over us like usual and it was my turn to ask a question.

"What was your favorite subject in school?" I ask staying on the subject in school.

"I've always liked writing and reading so..language." Harry says smiling and rubbing my arm with his free hand.

"What about you"

"Well.." I start. "I liked art but I didn't take art at school because the teacher wasn't good so...I guess French class was my favorite if I had to choose."

"Je Aussi profiter Français." Harry says with a proud smile on my face.

My jaw drops at how smoothly the words fell from his lips and I laughed nervously.

"im pas très bon bien que" I respond half sure I said that right.

"votre très sexy quand vous parlez Français" Harry smirks and raises an eye brow.

"I have no idea what you just said" I laugh.

"I said...your very sexy when you speak French." He says

I blush at his comment and respond with the little French I remember."Merci"

"Your welcome" he giggles and kissed my forehead."

We sit in silence for a few minutes before Harry ask another question.

"Do you still do art?" He ask me remembering what I said minutes before.

"Yeah." I say remembering the picture I drew a few days ago. " but not as much as I would like to"

"Why don't you make something then?" Harry says sitting up and turning to face me.i raised my head off his confused shoulders and looked at his smiling face.

"Why?" I ask confused

"Why not?" He responds. "I want you to be Harry and worst case scenario is you end up painting nudes of me."

"That's actually not a bad idea." I smile

"You want to draw nudes of me?" He ask confused

"No but I would love to paint you." I smile

" I'll get some supplies" I say jumping from the couch and running to my room.

*

I return downstairs a few minutes later with a hairbrush,paintbrushes,paint,a canvas and a small wooden easel I got for my birthday a few years ago.

I set up all of the stuff in my hands on the table messily and look up at Harry.

"Ready." I ask smiling

"Yeah! But what's the hairbrush for?" He ask confused.

"your hair,silly" I laugh while grabbing the brush off the table.