Serenity [h.s]

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- You are beautiful, you are beautiful.

Harry Styles

I was trying to get this stubborn but meaningful woman to trust me. It was obvious she's distant for a reason. And I don't mind. I don't mind because I'm willing to wait. I'm willing to wait for her to gain trust of me. She deserves to have trust in people. And I wonder why she doesn't have trust in people but I'll try my hardest to gain it.

And so, we both walk into the huge art store full of art materials and I look at the stunning girl with ocean blue eyes staring at everything with awe.

She takes a glance at me and laughs aspiratedly and says, "M'first time ever coming here," I grin.

"It's your lucky day, I'm going to get whatever you please," She frowns and scoffs.

"So you think by buying me things you'll gain my trust?" I widen my eyes at the stunning girl with ocean blue eyes and stumble over my words and stutter awfully.

"What of course not! Summer, for the love of God, you take things out of proportion," She rolls her eyes and starts to walk away into an isle full of paints. I follow behind her suit, watching as her full hips sway from side to side and suppress myself from saying something sexual because there was no doubt this woman was exoticly sexy and beautiful at the same time.

"You're an arse, Styles, you do know that," I frown deeply as I watch her stop in front of a shelf and scan the different shades of colored papers, admiring the bright and dull colors.

"Why do you say that?" I ask her, my frown still visible.

Someone please help me understand her.

"For starters, I don't need you buying me things, secondly, you're an arse for thinking I'd let you pay for these things when I'm an artist. An artist never lets anyone buy her painting materials." I lick my lips as I stare at her, absorbing her strong words, and the way a scowl takes upon her full porcelain lips.

"I'm not going to argue with you, Miss. Lowal, it's a gift from me to you, I'm acting kind, is all," I stuff my large hands into my coat and watch her take a glance at me, pushing her dark cascade hair to the back of her shoulders.

She opens her lips to speak but I stop her. "Don't argue, unless you want me to shut you up," I murmur huskily with a faint smirk. She continues to stare at me with those large ocean blue eyes and then they turn to slits as she whispers back.

"Go fuck yourself, Mr. Styles, I do as I please," and she turns around and I am stunned at the stunning woman and I continue to watch her hips sway from side to side because she is beautiful and sexy at the same time and I can't say anything back because she really shut me up. I chuckle to myself as I continue to walk behind her, her eyes glancing at different things. And then.. then she stops abruptly. I watch her features soften in adoration as her eyes scan something and then that's when I see it and you can't really blame me after what I'm about to say. Because there was a photograph of one of her pieces hanging above the canvases and she had a huge grin taking upon her full porcelain lips. And she was literally this fresh breath of air to be quite honest.

"They have.."

"I know," I whisper with a smile.

She turns to me and for a second I think she forgot about our small argument. "Am I really that known for my artwork?"

"You're very talented, no doubt of that," she turns to the picture and then shakes her head in disbelief.

"God, this is bloody fucking fantastic," I laugh loudly at her colorful language and shake my head with a grin.