Stalker

Chapter One

Life is the art of drawing sufficient conclusions from insufficient premises.

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He sat on one of the drafting desks while I gathered all the pencils he’ll need. I got them and a few erasers and took a seat next to him. The smell of after shave and cologne filled my nostrils and I wondered if he ever does shave, I mean his skin looks so soft with no trace of any stubble on his chin.

I cleared my throat and looked at him. “You’ll be needing to sit in proper seat position if you want to learn how to draw properly.” And it was true, he had one leg on the chair and he keeps kicking the wall with the other.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He chuckled shaking his head.

“No, no I’m not actually so please if you don’t mind sit properly.” Damn I sound like a teacher talking to first grade students. He shrugged sitting properly.

“I need you to just draw sets of slanted straight lines on the paper. Use different slants while drawing the lines, even if they turned out like really uncomfortable. You can even rotate the paper, taking advantage of your full hand movement.” I told him handing him a graphite pencil.

He had a questioning look on his face but did it anyway. In ten minutes the paper was full of slants and he looked like he might die out of boredom.

I sighed nodding and taking away the paper from him.

“Why did I have to draw pointless lines on a paper, this doesn't make sense.”

“I need you to find your natural hand movement, to be able to know which movement would make you more comfortable.”

“You’ll need that a lot during shading.” I then added. He nodded looking at me as if saying what’s next.

“Now you need to learn how to draw natural curved lines. I don’t want you to put effort in drawing them; I want you to draw them as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.”

“Well it is the simplest thing in the world.” He said drawing a curved line on the paper.

“Well that’s good. Now draw a circle formed of curved lines.” He started drawing it but I stopped him. I rose my eyebrows and chuckled, “ You’re right handed which makes you draw it clockwise easily, so draw it counterclockwise.”

He tried and tried which made me want to laugh at his fail attempts of drawing a circle by curves. “Harry draw a circle. Clockwise or counterclockwise it doesn’t matter. But just draw it.”

He nodded and drew one, clockwise. “Choosing the easy way eh?”

“You said it yourself. The easy way. Why make it complicated when I can draw it with ease?”

“You just look like someone who likes competition that’s all.”

“How's that so?”

I shrugged and ushered for him to continue. “Draw it counterclockwise.” He did as told. “Now draw a circle clockwise using curves. Remember, you can rotate the paper.” After a few attempts he finally did it.

I nodded, “Draw compound curved lines just like that.” I said drawing a few on the paper. He did it as well. “Now back to the counterclockwise circle, try drawing it with the curved lines.” He tried for what seemed like ten minutes and finally spoke. “It’s not as easy as it sounds.” He sighed.

“Oh I know, but you’ll get used to it. Just try drawing it at home.” I smiled.

“Are you seriously asking me to practice drawing circles at home?”

“And what’s wrong with that?” I asked raising both my eyebrows.

“It just sounds weird.”

“Well if you want to improve your drawing skills you have to practice it. We’re not all born with a talent.”

“I guess you’re right.” He muttered standing up. “Isn’t the lesson supposed to end now?”

I nodded and got up as well. “Well I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah tomorrow’s good.”

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I grabbed my Chinese takeaway from the kitchen throwing away the note mum left. Apparently she has extra work today. Good thing she got me Chinese because let’s face it; I suck when it comes it cooking. Grabbing my food I went upstairs into my room and changed into basketball shorts and a hoodie. I stared out the window hoping Harry would come out or at least appear. I finished my meal and went to throw everything left. When I came back I grabbed my sketch book and drew the first thing that came to my mind. His eyes. They were so mesmerizing, green like lasers slicing into my soul whenever he looked in my direction. Whenever he’d turn they’d illuminate and whenever he succeeded in a drawing they would have a small twinkle of joy.

His eyes were honestly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. They’d show sadness at times, but joy at others. They hold much more to what he wants to show and I want to discover everything about them. About his past, his current life, his future, about every single little detail; but that would be just plain weird.

I finished the drawing and I got out to the balcony. The cold air making me shiver instantly and I wrapped my arms around myself for warmth but I still got nothing. I sighed grabbing a coat and got outside again. Looking around I found Harry sitting on the front porch holding a sketch pad looking frustrated as ever. I giggled at his sight, this guy definitely is the weirdest I’ve ever met. I wore a pair of uggs and headed downstairs. I honestly wasn’t thinking what was I doing until I was only half a meter away from him.

“You need help?” I chuckled. He looked up to me and damn those eyes. “Are you stalking me or?”

“I live parallel from your place.”

“Seriously? Never noticed.”

“Yeah.” You haven’t but I have for two years now.

After a few moments of awkward silence he spoke again, “ I think I’m getting better at this. Check it out.” He said handing me the sketch pad.

“You actually are to be honest.”

“So erm would you like a cuppa?”

“That would be nice, it’s sort of freezing.” I laughed.

“Have a seat I’ll be back in a few.”

A few minutes later he came back with two cups.

“I don’t know how you like it so I just did it the way I like it.” He smiled sheepishly.

“It’s alright thanks.”

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