The Art Student (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter 6:

Harry's POV:

      Well, I'm on time again. I am seriously waiting for like a medal of recognition for being early. This is like some kind of record for me, I'm sure. I am lucky I have art first today, I don't have to deal with the crazy teachers in this school early in the morning... not that Mrs.Holland isn't crazy, but she's like... a good kind of crazy. I got strange looks in the hall and I knew exactly why but I tried to avoid them. I ran to art as fast as I could. When I walked into art she was already sitting there working on her dreadful picture of a panda bear. She looked up at me once she heard me heading towards her. A gasp left her mouth once her eyes locked with my face. "What happened?" She asked while standing up from her seat and reaching out to touch my damaged face. She gently cupped my cheek and examined my busted lip, bruised cheek, and lets not forget about the huge gash on my forehead. I just sigh and shake my head. I don't want to talk about this. I take my seat, right next to hers and she seems to understand. I am thankful that she does... but I know eventually she'll get tired of waiting for my explanations and just leave. She sits back down in her seat and sweetly smiles at me before starting her sentence.

      "You don't have to answer, Harry... I had a lot of fun with you yesterday!" She smiled at me seeming to truly mean every word she spoke. I give her a small smile, because my busted lip mixed with my lip piercing equals smiling is painful. I know that she could tell that my smile was real, despite its size. "I did too." And I really did, I just can't believe that she actually did. She nods, "Um I know that you really like keeping all of your art pieces... but do you think that I could have that one that you made of me the other day?" She asks. I was honestly, surprised she wanted it. I thought that it wasn't my best and that she wouldn't like it enough to want to keep it. I nodded my head and she smiled brightly again.

         It was the middle of art class and I just couldn't help but notice how her panda was actually getting worst as she continued with it. "You know... I could always teach you how to draw and paint... not that you need it... just you know... if you wanted help, I would help you." I said, trying to not offended her, even though she really was terrible at art and I am almost positive she knows that. "Oh thank goodness! Yes! I would love help with my art! Thank you Harry! I suck!" She yelled, clearly grateful. She had obviously been waiting for me to offer my skills to help her for awhile. "And in return, I'll cover up your bruises." She smiles at me. I nod at her. That seemed fair, since I don't own cover up or whatever its called... and even if I did I wouldn't know how to use it.

        She leads me to the bathroom and I went into the girls bathroom with her, even though I wasn't allowed to. I couldn't help but giggle the whole time we were in there, I mean I wasn't allowed to be in there and  I was! That's breaking a rule! She was very gentle while she covered my injured skin, gently holding my jaw and cheeks and making sure to be careful around an injury or piercing. It was just really nice of her to do this for me... even if it was in exchange for something.

       It was finally lunch and I honestly don't know how I made it through the day. I was at my locker when she ran up to me and asked me to come to lunch with her. I really do hate the lunch room and I like eating in the art room like I usually do... "Do you think we could eat in the art room today?" I asked. She smiled widely, and nodded her head. 

       We were in the art room eating... it was nice eating in here with someone else for once... I was helping her work on her art project. With my help, it was actually starting to look a bit like a bear. I was explaining to her how to shade and make a shadow when she interrupted me. "Harry... do you keep running off because you have a wife? Or a baby?" She asks me very serious. I can't help but laugh at her accusation. "No." I said between giggles.

Her POV:

       "I have only ever kissed a girl.... once. That would be weird if I had a wife... it would be really weird if I had a baby." Harry said while laughing at my prediction. I laugh with him but I try to hide how surprised I am that he has only kissed one girl, one time. I would do much more than kiss Harry... if I didn't have a boyfriend, that is. Our laughing stops, and I have to ask I just have to.

      "So, what is it then..." I ask, praying that he will finally tell me what I have been dying to know. If it's bad I want to help Harry, if it isn't then I just want him to know that  he can come to me whenever he wants to. Harry just sighs and shakes his head. I sigh too, I know whats coming.

"Not today..."  Harry says. 

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