The Artist That Stole My Heart

London Mist

Authors Note:

Hey guys! My name is Cydney, and this is my first fan-fiction on Watt-Pad and I have already prewritten this story the regular schedule update will be often. I hope you enjoy!

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Daisy's POV-

Driving through the London rain has became somewhat second nature since moving here last year. Today is no different. I pull up to the almost empty lot of Madame Tussahs Wax Museum. Grabbing my sketch pad and utensils, I walked up the short walkway to the front entrance and waved to Dave the security guard. "Hey Dave!" I said with a smile.

"What's going on Daisy?" He asked with an equally enthusiastic grin. Dave is a middle aged man with a wife and two little girls who are twins.

"Same old, same old. Finishing my project." I replied gesturing to my sketch pad.

"You spend too much time here," he said with a laugh, "good luck with that." I laughed and headed inside letting the heat engulf me. I smiled, I have a McJagger portrait to finish...

Harry's POV-

"Louis, for the last time I'm fine. You and El go ahead." I sigh as he still keeps blabbing on about how we never get to spend time together, blah blah blah... It's just something about being the third wheel while they hang out doesn't seem appealing. It's easier to lie through the phone. "Plus, I already have a date." I could almost hear him roll his eyes at my bad excuse.

"Bye, Louis, before you make me late." I hung up before he could say anything else. I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. I guess I could go for a walk. It's a little later at night so I won't be noticed. I searched for my long black trench coat, slipping it on along with my blue beanie, and ray bands. I trudged down the stairs, out of the apartment building, and into the continuous London mist.