Can I draw you? | l.s. One-shot

It started with a drawing

Harry was sitting outside of the campus eating his rocket and tomato sandwich while doodling in his sketch book. It was a beautiful summer day and he was done with all of his tasks for his last semester- apart from one.

He was slowly running out of time to come up with the perfect motif for his last drawing of his folder that was part of the final practical exam for his study. He was so close to successfully getting a degree but this damn drawing took his last nerves. He had tried it with different objects and people, landscapes and even with a freight train but nothing was good enough to hand it in. And now he only had one week left and still no perfect motif in prospect.

"I give up." He sighed defeated to himself and threw his pencil on the table carelessly staring grimly at the pathetic drawing of a simple tree.

The perfect way to get his mind off his misery was observing his surroundings just like he did so often when trying to distract himself, so that's what he did. His eyes wandered over the campus seeing groups of friends laughing, some boys playing basketball on the pitch, other students sitting together and eating and even six nerds sitting under a tree in a circle seemingly talking about some book seeing as all of them had the same copy in their hands.

It wasn't like Harry didn't have friends- he had loads of them- but lunch break was just his escape from the daily University drama where it was just him, his food and his sketch book. But today he wished one of his friends could just snatch it from under his nose and rip it to shreds because by now he was convinced he would never amount to anything with his pathetic pictures and sculptures.

Maybe he should really take over his parents' Company like they always wanted and give up his dream of owning an art gallery someday.

He was just about to get up and go back to his flat that was just five minutes away from Campus and skip the last lecture when something caught his eye. Or better someone.

He was walking down the sidewalk past a few students- who were either going off the property for lunch or leaving for good- with a sportsbag hanging from his shoulder. His messy caramel mop was softly bouncing in the wind and from his quick steps, his eyes were glued to the phone in his hands so Harry couldn't see them properly, but what took Harry's breath away wasn't the dark stubble that coated his cheeks nor his striking facial features, it were his hands. The veins on the back of them were poking out so strikingly that Harry could see them even from afar and his long and perfectly proportioned thumbs were running over the display of his phone in lightening speed.

Without much thinking of it Harry snatched his sketch book from the table and flung his bag over his shoulder and ran over the grass already panting heavily after just a few meters. The stranger was distancing more and more from him not seeming to walk onto the campus- what probably meant he wasn't studying here- so Harry gritted his teeth and picked up his speed almost slipping on a banana peel.

"Hey!" He shouted when he almost caught up to him.

The stranger didn't react, not thinking he was being called and just continued his way. Harry saw the imprint on his jersey and tried it again with the name on it.

"Hey, Messi!" He called again.

He faltered in his steps when he stopped and turned around and Harry almost fainted when deep blue eyes were staring at him confused.

"Hi." Harry waved out of breath holding up his finger to signal him to give him a second to catch his breath.

"Hi?" The stranger looked at him with a quirked eyebrow and a mixture of bewilderment and taunt, before he simply turned around unbothered about to continue his way.

"Hey!" Harry called perplexed.

"What?" The stranger spun around again annoyed.

"I wanted to ask you something. I have to hand in a folder for my final exam, right?..." Harry blabbered away not noticing the freaked out look the stranger threw at him making two steps backwards. "...oh, by the way, it's an art exam. And I have to draw different things and I was just sitting outside when I saw you and I instantly though 'wow, he looks like the perfect model' so my question is can you be the model for my last drawing?" He finished still out of breath with a hopeful glimmer in his eyes.