The Art Student (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter 1:

Harry’s POV:

     I gasp glancing down at my hands that are now covered in charcoal. How long have I been sketching? I look up at the alarm clock that is on the little night stand next to my bed. It reads 4:00 AM. Oh no! I did it again. I picked up my distraction, the picture that I have been working on all night and place it in a drawer hidden from the world.

    This may be my best drawing yet. I assume that’s because I finally saw her up close rather than from a distance. My drawing is of her in the middle of the school hallways bent down on the ground holding one of my sketches and observing it intently.  I couldn’t help but draw that moment it was one if the best moments of my life, yes I know how sad that sounds.

   I just can’t believe the girl that I have loved for so long actually talked to be for the first time yesterday and she wasn’t even scared like everyone else that goes to our school. She didn’t even run away or get freaked out when she saw the picture I made of her. She even looked me in the eyes. She saw my eyeliner, and piercings and tattoos and she still didn’t run away. I feel so lucky. Even if those two minutes is all I ever get with her. I’m just happy I got them and she was everything I dreamed she would be.

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       Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT! I cursed myself while running to the school twenty minutes late. I over slept… again. Except today I don’t have art first I have… I think chemistry or maybe its trigonometry. I forgot. It doesn’t really matter either way I’m getting a detention I know it. Every teacher in all of North Bridge HATES me! Well you know except for Mrs. Holland she loves me but she’s the only one.

       I swung the front doors to the school open and ran to my locker I threw my bag in and checked my schedule. Wow. I was right I do have chemistry. That’s a first; I gave myself a quick pat on the back before grabbing everything I needed for that class and then slamming my locker shut. I ran down the halls and to the other side of the school to chemistry as fast as I could. Which actually wasn’t that fast at all. I’m not very athletic and I actually had to stop half way to catch my breath.

     I finally made it there and ran into the class rather loudly. Which yeah sucks since I absolutely hate all attention on me. My annoying Chemistry teacher Mr. Matthews was glaring at me, just as he was about to say something the bell rang. Seriously? The whole class got up to leave and Mr. Matthews was motioning with his pointer finger to go see him. I walked over to Mr. Matthews and asked what he wanted… I got a detention. AND I was late to my next class. She tried to give me a detention too but I can’t have two detentions in one day so instead she gave me one for next week.

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     It was the end of the day which meant that I made it through another day and it was finally art class the last class of today. I dragged my feet down the long halls on the way to my most beloved subject because man was I tired. I finally reached the colorful door of the art room and sighed in relief. Just one more class and it was a class that I loved. I pushed open the door and made eye contact with empty desks and chairs. I guess I’m early. I made my way to the back of the room and sat in my usual seat that I love. I pulled out a new piece of blank white paper and began drawing on it as the classroom filled with students.

Her POV:

      I slammed my locker shut and headed to art class. I suck at art but that kid the other day didn’t the one that drew me. He was cute and he was so talented. I wonder if he takes an art class. He is so good at it he doesn’t really need to but maybe he does it for fun. He ran off so fast yesterday I didn’t get a chance to ask him his name. I never noticed him before I wonder if he’s new.