Pride {l.s.}

35- Mind Of Mine

The story so far:

Liam and Zayn have moved in together. Louis is recovering from Eleanor catching his room on fire and smoke inhalation. He has also moved in with Harry. Harry and Louis have discussed their past that is full of depression, conversational therapy, and family problems.

Harry didn't bring up my sisters again for awhile. He knew that it hurt me, so we avoided it. The pain is still fresh in my mind from when I left. I remember Lottie crying. There were a lot of tears. She understood why I was leaving, but I don't know if they would ever forgive me.

"Boo Bear, it's time to head to work."

This bed is so much comfier than the bed I had at the studio. It was like sleeping on a fluffy cloud. Harry must buy very nice sheets. I open my eyes sleepily and reluctantly. My blue eyes meet his green ones. He's already dressed in a nice suit. It's expected of the photographer to blend into the wedding, so the suit works just fine. He doesn't wear normal suits normally either. He has suits that look very expensive and are almost patterned like curtains. This one is red with a soft floral design on it. It would look hideous on anyone else, but he is breathtaking in it. He could make a garbage bag look nice.

"You look nice, Harold," I say as I sit up. I sleepily rub my eyes with my hands.

Harry lets out a chuckle. "You're cute when you're sleepy. Today is your first day of work. I'm making some eggs. What do you want to drink?"

"I'll just have milk. I'll change and be out in a minute."

"I mean I could stay," Harry says with a familiar smirk on his pink lips. "I do love a good show-"

"Harry Edward Styles, get out of my room," I attempt to yell at him, but the smile makes it not very frightening.

"How do you know my full name?" Harry asks curiously from the doorway before he leaves.

"Niall told me yesterday right when I started moving in. He said that I can use it against you if necessary," I reply. I try to keep the image of him leaning against the doorway in my head. I want to paint it. I want to paint the way his arms hang down and how his curls rest on his shoulders. He is art to me.

"What's yours?"

"Louis William Tomlinson."

"That's quite a posh name."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Now get out and make me food."

Harry's smile doesn't leave his face as he leaves. I walk over to the closet before I realize that I just moved in yesterday, and my clothes were burned by my ex-girlfriend. Great. I walk across the hall and head into Harry's room. I open up his drawers and manage to find a red t-shirt that looks like it'll fit. I decide to wear my own skinny jeans since Harry's legs are much longer than mine.

I head into the kitchen. Harry glances up, and his eyes immediately land only my tattoo on my chest. His shirt is big enough that it dips low. My prominent collar bones are exposed, and I like the way it makes Harry flustered with a soft blush on his cheeks.

"It is what it is," Harry reads my tattoo. He's obviously seen it before, but we never talked about it. "I like it."

"Thanks. It seemed to just fit a lot of things in this world," I reply as I take a seat at the counter. "And in case you didn't notice, yes I am wearing your shirt. I'll try to go buy some new clothes soon."

"It's hard not to notice," Harry mumbles before speaking so that I can clearly hear him. "And it's fine. You look amazing in it."

My face turns red, and I'm happy he's facing the stove as he makes the scrambled eggs. I've never had someone say something like that and have it affect me like this. Harry makes me blush and makes me nervous. He gives me butterflies in my stomach. It always reminds me of his tattoo that lays on his stomach.

Harry and I eat as fast as possible since I slept in a little bit. We drive to Zayn and mine's studio without any problems. The second I see our sign that reads Mind Of Mine, I know that we're here. A nervousness settles into my body as I stare at the studio. I haven't been back there since the fire. Zayn said that the construction was moving along for my room, and the smoke damage to the other rooms has been fixed.

"Do you want me to come in with you?" Harry asks once he notices that I'm not getting out of the car.

I shake my head. "I can do this. It just makes me nervous for some reason."

"Something horrible happened the last time you were here," Harry replies softly. "Of course you're scared. You would be an idiot not to be, but Zayn is in there. He's got your back, and I'm just a phone call away. Call me, okay?" I nod my head. "I'll swing by after I'm done with the wedding."

"Thank you for this, Harry. Taking care of me, giving me a place to stay. It's too much."

"It's not enough for you. Could it ever be enough?"

I know that Zayn or other people could be able to see into his car right now, but that doesn't stop me from giving him a quick peck on the lips. I miss the touch of him the second I pull away. Harry smiles brightly at me with a look of surprise on his face. He obviously didn't think I would do that.

"Baby, we could be enough," I reply with a smile. The nickname slips out, and I like it. "I'll see you later, Harold."

The studio feels almost the same as I walk in. The main display room looks completely normal except for the fact that there are a lot of blank spaces on the wall. We can normally fill up spaces immediately with our extra paintings, but something must have happened for this to be so empty.

As I observe the odd emptiness on the walls, Zayn's body collides with mine. He gives me a big hug, and I hug him back.

"I missed you, Lou."

"I missed you too, Z," I reply. I'm happy to be back with my best friend. "What's with the empty walls?"

Zayn's face lights up with excitement as he explains. "It's this anonymous guy. He's been buying us out. He keeps sending some friends and people who work for him in to pick up the paintings. He's also commissioning you for a few. There's a due date, so you need to get a move on."

As Zayn led me to the studio to paint, I take a glance into my old room. Almost all of the walls are scorched black. I can tell that Zayn has sent some people to start fixing it. They seemed to have finished smoke damage outside of the room, but not the room itself. I feel my throat tighten as I look into the room. It's the place where Harry and I admitted to liking each other. It was a rather nice memory of that Halloween night that has been burned away.

"So this guy wants a ton of pieces that are all for him?" I ask as I walk into the studio with Zayn. I take a sit on the stool, and Zayn leans up against the table next to me.

"I don't know honestly, but this money will help us a lot with the damages done due to the fire."

Zayn bringing it up so nonchalantly makes me still feel guilty. I know that it's partially my fault that the fire happened. I should've talked to her in a safer, public place. I always knew she had an angry side to her, but everyone does.

"I'm so sorry about all of this."

"I don't care about this place anywhere close to how much I care about you," Zayn says with a sad smile. "As long as you're alive, I'm happy. Now get started. The list is lying around here somewhere in this mess of paint. I'll bring you in lunch later."

I nod my head in thanks and get to work.

A/N

Almost forgot to update. I've been sick all of break, so these things slip my mind. Sorry, guys. Hope you enjoy the new chapter.

xoxo raindropkiss1