The Artist That Stole My Heart

These Wax Faces

Harry's POV-

As I walked the almost black streets of London I passed a place I hadn't been in a while. The sign of Madame Tussahs drew me forward. I squinted trying to see if it was open and it was. A security guard stood by the front entrance looking rather bored. The last time I was here it was for my own wax figure. I hadn't really got the opportunity to explore the others.

With this thought I walked up the short walkway and waved at the gentleman in uniform who smiled nicely in return. I stepped inside the warm air of Madame Tussahs and took off my sunglasses slipping them into my pocket. I grabbed a pamphlet from a stack on the desk flipping through it until I came across the musicians section. There we were, One Direction. I smiled to myself thinking of everything that's happened since we were last here. Our movies, and two new albums. I glanced at the long list and came across McJagger. No Way! I have to see this.

Pulling my hood over my head, I walked down the deserted looking corridor. Right there! I almost laughed, there he was in a flesh. In the corner of my eye I noticed a girl sitting on the bench facing the statue as well. Her face was clenched in concentration as she gazed back and forth between what looked like a sketch pad. Her hands were working furiously over it.

She didn't seem to notice my presence, I realized why. She had yellow headphones over her ears, the wires tangling in the tresses of her shoulder length brunette waves. The girl was wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans with gray knee length boots with a matching raincoat on.

Even after noticing everything the only question on my mind is what song she is listening to. I walked cautiously over to the bench sitting on the opposite end of her. She glanced at me for half a second before returning to her work. I caught a glimpse of her eyes. They were the darkest, yet creamiest of chocolate with seemingly endless depths. My breath caught my throat and I had to clear it. In that instant it felt like she could see right through me.

I stared her still, looking like a complete creep I bet. She must've felt my gaze because she pulls out an iPod and tapped the screen, pulling the headphones from her ears. "Can I help you?" She asked, not rudely but like she was genuinely concerned. Her voice was sweet sounding. It wasn't high pitched like most girls but she kind of had a rich tone to it. Like Indian. Now that I think about she had a natural tan to her skin that I know wasn't from the London sun and her accent was defiantly American.

"I didn't mean to disturb you..."

Daisy's POV-

"I just wondered what you were doing." The guy asked. I couldn't see his face clearly because he had a hood over his head. His voice deep. He talked very low and had a certain rasp that rang in his very word.

"Oh, well I'm just working on a art project. I'm drawing portraits of some of my favorite musicians to add to a collage. The theme is 'What does music mean to you?'. " I answered as simply as possible.

"That's very creative. How's it going for you?" His British accent standing out more now since he is talking louder and clearer.

"It's okay for the most part I only wish that I could paint them in action ya' know? Capture the emotion on their faces as they perform." I blabbed. He didn't seem to mind. He listened intently to my every word.

"So your an artist? That's so cool! Can I see them?"

"Sure." I replied a little nervous for guy to see my work. I handed my over my sketch pad of my not quite finished drawling of McJagger. He scrutinized my work with curiosity.

"This is amazing! You have a real gift." I looked away blushing furiously.

"Thanks." I mumbled taking back my sketch pad.

Harry's POV-

"What were you listening to." I asked.

"Ummm. Story of my Life by One Direction." She replied casually. I almost choked on my tongue.

"One Direction." I questioned after composing myself.

"Yeah. There new album Midnight Memories is awesome! Have you heard, or are you one of those guys that are all 'Boy bands aren't my thing'?" She joked, giggling a little.

"No. They're great. I just didn't expect you to like them. Um what's your favorite song? What do like about them? Who's your favorite?" I asked a little fast. She crinkled her brows thinking a bit.

"Probably Strong. The song is good because it's like they're saying they're not afraid to love someone and tell the world. Corny but it's true." She smiled. "What I like most about them is that you can grow up with them and their music. I was right there with them doing the same things." She laughed a little at that one.

"As for favorite band member," I held my breath for this one. I was praying she wouldn't say she was a Louis girl. Because that has happened before and it sucks. "Well I them all, but Harry has got to be the cutest and Louis the funniest. Harry wins a little bit more because of the stupid jokes he makes."

I frown but eventually start laughing along with her because she just said all that not knowing who I am. I think it's time for my big reveal. I looked at her while pulling down my hood. She smiled a little but it disappeared when she finally recognized who I was. She looked almost scared as her cheeks turned into the deepest shade of red I have ever seen.

"On the contrary love, I don't think my jokes are stupid at all. I think they're quite funny." I said my smile wide as I shook out my curls combing back again.

Authors Note-

How many of you guys wanted her to be like 'I'm in love with Liam straight up'? I actually thought about having her be like 'I love them all but I'm a hardcore Larry shipper' lmfao just thinking about Harry's expression if someone said that to him in real life had me rotfl. Anyway I was thinking about ship names. I like Dazzy or Haizy. What do guys think. Love you lots,

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