when two artistic minds meet in a vinyl store they write about each other and hope to see each other again despite not knowing each others names. When they soon meet in an unexpected place two different worlds realize how similar they really are.
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A black line. That's all it took to finish my painting of two men in each others arms. Hours of concentration was spent on it causing me to look around at my surroundings. My art all over the walls and familiar red stairs leading to a hallway. Before my parents split up my father made our basement into an art studio for me. My mother hates my art den I think because it reminds her of my father. I shake the thought away and notice my hands and shirt are stained with black and grey, shit. When my mother comes home she always expects me to me in my room doing homework instead of down here working on my latest project. Lost in my thoughts I hear a door open and close. "Harry you better not be in your art den!" fuck fuck fuck. My moms familiar voice ignites the whole house and I quickly rush up the stairs almost skip a step but luckily making it to my room under the covers to hide my stained hands and shirt. "Homework?" she asks with one eyebrows raised conveying that she's skeptical. "Done." I don't look her in the eyes I continue to fake read a random art book I grabbed from the den. "Good, Steak for dinner today?" in all honesty I wasn't the hungry so I just nodded. When I hear the door close I jolt up and let go of the breath I wasn't aware I was keeping in. I look at my vinyl collection and smile. My father and I used to go to this one vinyl shop down town once a month and buy one. I haven't gone in a while because my mom works a lot of shifts including night ones, so I wanna make sure she makes it home safe. My mother, Annie, makes just enough to get her and I by. it's not enough but it pays the bills. After listening to a whole Elvis vinyl on the record player that my mom bought for me a while back I decided to take a trip to the store. I had some money saved from a part time fill-in shift for my friend. Quickly changing from my paint stained clothes into clean a clean black shirt along with my dad's old leather jacket that my mother hates. My mother is very nice and she's very kind and caring, although when it comes to my father she becomes someone's she isn't. Walking in I get a jolt of memories. It was as if I was being electrocuted by millions and millions of memories of my father and I. The same pastel green walls, rows and rows of vinyls, and the same cashier except he looks a little older now. Something was different this time. A boy. Brown hair and blue eyes as blue as the ocean. I paint a canvas in my head of his jawline then his ears and how his hair folds around them. The way he stands observing the Fray vinyls with one had on his hips. He must be emotional or going through a break up. He was beautiful, I thought. I should really come here often. Unfortunately, by the time I was about to speak to him he was gone. I don't know if I'll ever see him again but I really hope I do. He was beautiful. When I get back home my mother informs me that I will be switching schools. I don't wanna switch schools I mean it's not like I have friends at my school but I still don't wanna start over. She explains that she got a new job at some private school so they're going to enroll me for free. Great now instead of the "Art Freak" i'll be the "Poor Boy." Not wanting to believe what i'm hearing I head down to my den and start working on drawing him. I start with the collar bone like I did in my head earlier and hope to see him again.
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Just to clear things up Louis' chapter took place before this one. In Louis' chapter the school year is barely starting when he sees Harry. Here the school year has started and Harry is transferring to Louis' expensive private school. Now they will be attending the same school...hmmm. haha thanks for reading(:
