I nervously tapped my fingers against the dark smooth wood. The desk beneath my finger tips felt cool due to my hot skin. I'm pretty sure I was red in the cheeks.
"Harry, don't sweat it. You'll do great." My mother smiled sweetly at me.
I've never shared my paintings with anyone, and here I was, handing in my work to a fine arts professor, Mr. Balding. This professor was my way into the highest arts school in the united kingdom. I ran my long fingers through my hair, slouching a little.
I smiled back at her while grabbing her hand softly. "Thank you, mother."
A big brown door swung open, revealing Mr. Balding. His sleek overcomb definitely showed his age with grey hairs falling on his forehead. He pushed his small frames up onto the bridge of his nose, "Mr. Styles. I've got some news for you."
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Fanfictiona story of a shy boy, harry styles, who's a painter. and unexpectedly falls in love with someone unexpected.
