Masterpiece (h.s. au)

I n t r o d u c t i o n

"So, let's begin." Victoria Singleton pulls out her omnipresent notepad and blue ballpoint pen, crosses her legs, and sits up straight.

"Okay," Mr. Styles says and glances up at her gray eyes while twisting one of the many rings on his hand.

"When did you start painting?"

"Um ... my grandfather gave me an art kit for my ... sixth birthday, I think it was. I started that day, and I guess I was good at it because I got a lot of praise for a sketch of a daisy." He laughs a little. Victoria continues.

"Why do you paint?"

"Good question." A small smirk plays across his features. "I don't know, actually. I think I just get bored sometimes." He chuckles and rests his elbows on his knees. Victoria allows a small smile, scribbling his answers onto her notepad. He notices her nervousness and smiles, finding it cute.

"What or who inspires you?"

"My imperfections. Memories. Things that make me happy. Stuff like that." He looks up at her as she writes down his every word. That was what he hated about interviews: the constant recording of what he says. Victoria opens her mouth to ask the next question, but Mr. Styles interrupts. "Would you like a drink or something? You just seem really uncomfortable."

Victoria looks up from her notepad with wide eyes. "Um, w-water is fine," she timidly responds.

"Water. Okay." Mr. Styles comfortingly smiles and walks into his spacious modernized kitchen. Once he fills a glass of water for Victoria and himself, he strides back to his chair in front of the tense journalist. When he hands her the glass, her fingers graze his and her breath hitches.

"Thank you." Victoria mildly smiles. She raises the glass to her lips and sips the water before setting it down on Mr. Styles' expensive coffee table. "Shall we continue?" She asks.

He sighs and nods. He answers Victoria's remaining questions, smiling at her every now and then, trying to get her to feel welcome but failing. Once it's over, they stand and shake hands. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. Styles," Victoria says.

"The pleasure was mine." With that the house keeper leads Victoria to the door. As she enters her car, Victoria feels her stress level decrease. She had interviewed many celebrities before, but none were as talented or as good looking as, the famous painter, Harry Styles himself. Victoria was a fan of his in college and admired his work. When she got the call from her boss that she would be interviewing Mr. Styles at his vacation home in Los Angeles, she instantly felt a wave of both excitement and pure anxiety. She idolizes this man.

Pulling out of the broad driveway, Victoria regrets being so robotic and too formal. She was sure he completely zoned out near the end, finding her boring. She really screwed this one up. Driving though Mr. Styles' prestigious neighborhood as the sun sets, she thinks to herself, sarcastically: Good job, Vic. You made a fantastic first impression.

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