The Definition Of Art (H.S Mature AU)

//pt.3//

I dedicate this chapter, once again, to my friend Julia (a.k.a. squidward__bitch) since she asked me for an update for a long time. Here you go Gaylord. Xx

-A

Short note: This chapter will be a little different. When it is Velvet's P.O.V. you won't later get to see what Harry was thinking during the exact time. Their P.O.V.'s will be the moments after each other. This chapter will mainly be in Harry's P.O.V.

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Playlist for the chapter:

Before The Rumble Comes // Andreas Moe

Blue Jeans // Lana Del Rey

Déjà vu // Giorgio Moroder, Sia

Drive // Oh Wonder

Girls Your Age // Transviolet

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-Velvet's P.O.V-

I slammed the front door, when walking out from the house, which resulted in Louis opening a window to yell at me:

"Take it easy sis!"

I winked at him and turned around because I didn't really care. There were smells, sounds...something in the air that made me crazy today. It was as if I breathed flowers. I was so happy I spun around until I became dizzy. It was like I had fallen in love with May 4th.

The air wasn't particularly cold. It was actually pretty warm for being May. At least warm enough for me to wear my white dress without freezing to death. I put on my sunglasses and put all of my stuff in the basket on my bike.

I started to ride my bike down the street. I wasn't quite sure where I was going, but at least I was on my way there. I just rode down street after street, waving to everyone passing by and listening to the music that was blasting through my headphones. Everything seemed so light and beautiful that I almost wanted to stop so I could draw it all. However it would have taken me forever to do so.

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After about an hour of biking I reached a park where me and Louis used to go to by bus when mother first had adopted us. The grass was greener than ever before, the old swing was still there and there were 13 year old boys playing football. I went for the swing; after I had clamped my bike's lock and grabbed everything from the basket.

I sat down on the swing and put all of my things down on the grass except for my sketchpad and pencils. My fingers tingled with excitement and I closed my eyes for a short moment to take everything in.

I heard birds in the trees, the wind touching the grass, the laughs of teenage boys kicking on a ball. I smelled freshly cut grass, flowers and the perfume I had put on this morning.

I sighed happily. It was simply perfect. I started to make a sketch of the boys playing football. They brought me back in time to when Louis was one of these 13 year old boys. I was 5 and he was 13. He brought me here every day after his school day was over and I watched him intensely when he ran around in his football clothes chasing the football. I remember him screaming "Velvet! A kiss on the cheek for the winner" every time he scored a goal. I had stumbled forward and he had always hoisted me up so I could reach his cheek.

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My pen moved quickly over the paper, where small figures had formed. Time went fast and hadn't realized that it was getting colder and that the sky was getting cloudier and darker. I hadn't even realized that there no longer were any boys left playing football. And most importantly, I hadn't even realize that I had started to paint an outline of a man in the corner of the paper; a man with long curly brown hair and green eyes.