Gracie

Chapter 17 - In The Crowd

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Gracie's POV:

After Italy we travelled to Austria it was the first night there I decided to paint the boys a portrait of their tour crew including them; however I required a little help so who better to ask then Tom and Lou; I waited till the lads had gone on stage to explain it to Tom and Lou. They were as enthusiastic as I was.

"They'll love Gracie; I guess you need some art things?" Tom said.

I nodded:

"Why don't we go now, it's only 4 o'clock, the stores will still be open." Lou added.

I didn't want to disturb their routine or plans:

"There's no rush!" I smiled.

"Then maybe we can find somewhere for dinner!" Lou suggested.

"Gracie you go and throw on something warmer as it's a little chilly out and I'll call a cab!" Tom said walking off to the bunk area.

"I'll grab Lux's stroller from the luggage holder." Lou said.

That was it we were going out, so I did as Tom said, as the buses were parked together I only had to step off theirs to the lads, I found out the sweater Liam had brought me while we were in Paris and changed. When I returned to Tom and Lou they were ready; the cab arrived minutes later. Myself, Lou and Lux shuffled on the backseats and Tom sat up front; he asked the driver if he knew of a nearby art store; lucky for us he was English and knew just the place.

Arriving we climbed out and walked to the trunk of the car, I waited while Lou set up the stroller and Tom strapped Lux in, we then entered the store; it was massive and had everything an artist would require.

"Okay so you’re going to need a canvas, and a big one!" Tom stated heading down the section towards them. He pointed to the largest one, I shook my head and pointed to the one I thought was perfect; without hesitation Tom picked it up;

"Do you use oil paints Grace?" He asked.

I nodded and he led the way around the store. I investigated the makes and pointed to what I needed, I stated I couldn't have them though:

"Why?" Lou asked.

"I only have €30 and that took me 10 weeks to save"