How I saw him... -H.S

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Hello, beautiful people! It's actually my first story on wattpad and I hope you'll like it as much as I do!

DISCLAIMER: It has so many Harry's songs and covers that he did so I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR  ANY  SONG

MIA'S POV:

Boring, monochromatic walls surrounded me in an art gallery. I love working here, in this place you can perfectly understand life, people, and desires. Right here I clearly understood my position in our society. The paintings on the walls are in expensive, gold frames, they represent some people in our society who for some reason are a less luckier than others, they have money and fame, they are what most people dream of being.

 And behind the paintings, there are walls, gray, sad, monophonic, and after all people also worked on them, but they don't attract much attention. Everyone comes to see the paintings, not the walls as in the real world, some people are more important some of them are less, but we all maintain a balance in out world.

I feel a vibration in the pocket of my blue jeans and mentally start to worry that I'm getting a call from an art gallery to which I sent a letter a few weeks ago asking for cooperation. Just a small thought that my work will hang on the walls of an art gallery makes me shiver. I look around the room, checking if there are any clients since I would not like to receive another remark after my morning delay. All I notice is old Bart, she is sitting on a chair by the aisle in her favorite brown dress and making sounds that are somewhere between snoring and sniffling.

"Yes..." I answer the call in a whisper, trying not to attract much attention.

"Mia, you won't believe me, but I need to tell you something" Maddy began to mumble, entangled in her own words and forcing me to slightly move the phone away from my ear because of her loud voice. I'm checking if Mrs. Bart is awake, because you literally can hear Maddy's voice from thousands of miles away. I walk over to a painting of the lady in red hat with pearls around her neck.

"I will be glad to hear what you want to say but just if you'll start breathing and lowering your voice" I examine the painting that I have seen for the thousandth time, each time finding new details.

"Okay...okay" the brunette sighs and smacks her lips "Just stop acting like you're over 30, otherwise your work makes you as grumpy as the woman who works with you... what is her name? Burke? Brown?" I roll my eyes and lick my lips, which are dry from the cold, because, despite the very acceptable temperature outside, it was always colder inside because of the constantly working air conditioners, since the paintings cannot be heated, otherwise all the paint will flow.

"Her name is Bart and she's not grumpy, she's just lonely, she only has one cat at home, since the second one passed away a few months ago" I sadly look at the sitting woman and press my lips in regret.

"Don't make excuses for her, you're not far from her level of loneliness too" I smile, realizing that she means my dog ​​Sally "So, how about you come to my work today and take a bottle of red wine or Aperol? I'm about to get myself a new tattoo, and the moron isn't working today... so why don't you come here?" her puppy's eyes immediately pop up in my mind, which she always does if she wants something.

"Mads, I don't know what time I'll finish today, I'm still having two groups of people, it'll take at least 4 hours" I look up at the wall clock, which showed fifteen minutes to four.

"I'll wait for you, anyway, before ten I was not going to start anything. Recently, clients come very late" I notice how some kind of shadow going down the stairs.

"Well, I'll come, I need to go, the boss is coming" I quickly turn down the call, not letting my friend say a word.

I quickly put my phone in my black trousers' pocket and putting on a smile, trying to look at least somehow more presentable. I notice that Mrs. Perry looks very pleased, you could tell it by her smirk, but for some reason goosebumps ran down my back at the sight of this woman. It's not that I didn't like her or that I have a lot of problems with her. Not even close, she is a very understanding person to my surprise.