Hard to Love

Chapter 5

Chapter 5:

Harry's P.O.V

I woke up the next morning from the sunlight leaking out of the small uncovered slit of my window. I sat there smiling remembering last night's party. It was a load of fun and all for Stella's friend, Christina.

Christina Burke. When I first saw her I was, in a way, speechless. She was breathtakingly beautiful. What made me notice her was her eyes, they were a lovely green-blue colour, but I noticed they changed between those two colors. Curly blonde hair draped her long slim face, matching her skin tone perfectly. Her warm and genuine smile, with perfectly straight white teeth, made me smile back instantly. For some reason, I couldn't get her out of my head.

There was something about her, though. One was the fact that she didn't know I was famous before she met me. Yes some people don't recognize me, but almost everybody who is alive and under the age of fifty five knows about One Direction. Everyone has heard of us one way or another (Pun intended). It was really refreshing that she didn't know who I was. She got to meet the real me, not the famous Harry Styles.

She also seemed very hesitant whenever I tried to talk to her. Always wanting to end whatever conversation I tried to start. She would always avoid eye contact and seemed nervous before she quickly composed herself. The way she made it so easy to avoid people told me she had practice. Whatever it is, it sparked curiosity in me and I want to find out what it is about her.

Christina's P.O.V

I had a mug of tea in my hand, my warm jumper on, and fuzzy socks on my feet as I overlooked my flat full of boxes waiting for me to unpack them. So I got straight to work.

I finished re-decorating my bedroom in an hour, including putting all my clothes where they belong. I worked on the kitchen next, then the living room. Before I knew it I only had my art supplies to set up and I would officially be done.

I shuffled into the second bedroom with a cart full of my paints and pencils and sketches. I decided I wanted to paint the walls and have it be a big canvas for my art room. The thought of creating something, and the juices flowing in my head made me ecstatic and anxious to start.

I looked at the time on my wrist watch and figured I had a few hours before night, so I got to work. Within three hours the room was covered in paint, ever inch of those walls contributed to my master piece. I was elated, eyeing the final product. Once I cleaned up the tarps off the floor I set up my desk for sketching, my rolling chair for when I paint, and my cart of supplies all around the room. It was beautiful. I smiled looking it all over, but quickly frowned when I felt my phone go off in my apron. 

Stella: Hey I just got off work, wanna go grab some dinner?

Me: Sorry I can’t, too busy unpacking.

Stella: Too late, already at your door!

After I read that the doorbell went off making me smile as I got up to greet her. She gave me a big hug but then frowned when she saw my painting apron on.

“Unpacking, huh?” She put her hands on her hips while rolling her eyes. She’s become a bit sassy lately.

 “I was taking a break?” I said it more as a question and raised my hands in the air.

She giggled and grabbed my hand leading me to the painting room. It wasn’t hard to find, it smelled strongly of fresh paint. Inside the bursts of different coulours on the wall made the room feel so lively and fun.

“You’ve always been a great artist.” She went on while looking around the entire room.

“I wish I new more techniques to painting and drawing though.” Growing up, art was my escape from the real world. I always get lost in my artwork, and that helped when I had to endure my father’s wrath.