Harry Styles Imagines

#37 Mind of Mine

MIND OF MINE

As much as I dislike admitting it, it's been too long since I've spoken to Zayn. We were friends all throughout high school, but when college rolled around we grew distant. Our friendship wasn't weak, it just wasn't strong enough to conquer the distance. But who knows, maybe it's best things happened the way they did.

You're Invited!

Who: Y/F/N and up to two others
What: Grand opening of my exhibit "Mind of Mine"
Where: New York Museum of Contemporary Art, Floor A
When: 3/25/16  6:00- 8 pm
Attire: Formal
* No RSVP required *

I read what's on the red card once more. Wow, even after our time apart he bothered to invite me. I guess it's not easy to forget someone who played a part in four stressful years of your life. I know I certainly haven't forgotten him. He's the one who taught me to embrace even my deepest, darkest thoughts. He believes they're a part of what makes us human.

"Whatcha looking at?" Harry crawls onto the bed with me, peaking at the paper.

"Oh," I raise my head, "it's an invitation from someone I knew in high school. Did I ever tell you about Zayn?" I question. I'm almost certain I did.

He looks at me until a lightbulb turns on above his head. "You did. He's the, uh, artist," he says unsurely.

I nod. "Yep, that's him. He has an exhibit opening Friday and I'm going. Will it be with or without you?" I look into his green eyes, hoping he'd want to come. "I haven't seen him in ages." The thought of seeing him almost makes me smile.

"With me. Museums are always interesting." He stretches out across the bed. "I used to draw, you know."

"Yeah, stick figures," I tease, poking his side.

He chuckles. "But they were good stick figures," he tries to defend himself. I'm no artist myself, but I've always been able to do way better than stick figures.

We'll just leave all the artsy stuff up to Zayn for now.

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Friday evening rolled around quick. Despite having a week to choose my outfit, I ended up switching dresses not even five minutes ago. The one I originally chose was too long—it's weird I didn't notice sooner. My new pick however, will be perfect for tonight. It was black, long sleeved, and stopped an inch above my knees. It goes well with my clutch and white pumps.

I have yet to see what Harry's wearing, but he usually cleans up very nice. It's actually impressive how he can go from band shirts, skinny jeans and boots to America's Next Top Model material. Unfortunately for me, all I go from is ok to a little better. I wish I could be as efficient as him when it comes to looks and fashion.

After pulling my hair into a high ponytail, I look myself over in the mirror. Only a small amount makeup was on my face, giving me a fresh and natural look. That was my goal. I've never been one to apply a lot of makeup.

I'm ready.

We don't make it to the museum until 6:15. It's a shame I've never bothered to take in the exterior beauty of this place. Everything from the building itself to the landscape looked absolutely breathtaking. I assume the architect's goal was for it to look modern in appearance, but still have an old flare.