Darkening // [Harry Styles au]

Chapter 8

I always draw my feelings my dreams all of what I see touch hear I taken everything and put it in my drawings. Im not going to sat Im the best artist in the world but Im also not going to say I am horrible either. While drawing I heard my my stomach growl which I bet you could here from a room away. I put down my half finished drawing and walked to the door. When I opened it no one was in the hall ways except me. I hadn't realized that it was six in the morning already. I was going to see if Isabella was awake but I had changed my mind trying not to be rude. I walked down the stairs to find the kitchen. When I got their, the maid was drinking a cup of coffee and reading the news paper. When her eyes lifted off the paper and at me she curled her lips into a smile. She was wearing a white shirt and white pants she looked more like a cook which was why she was in the kitchen.

"Are you hungry dear?" She asked, her voice was nice with a little accent to it.

"Yes please." I said using a voice smaller than I expected for me to use. She then stood up and went to the fridge.

"What would you like dear?" She asked me.

"Whatever you suggest." She nodded and smiled at me, I returned the smile back of course.

"You can go to your room and I'll bring your food up."

I nodded I walked out of the kitchen, I walked in my room seeing everything left as it was. I walked over to my desk to finish my drawing. When I finally finished it, I put it in the drawer and closed it. When I heard a knock at the door, I yelled saying to come in. I saw the lady from the kitchen bring a plate and a glass of orange juice. She put it on my desk were I sat. After she had set it down she was walking to the door before she left.

"Thank you." I said as she turned around as if she never heard someone say thank you to her. She nodded and left.

When I looked at my plate, I saw pancakes. When I finished I was so full, I went to go put the plate and glass away. When I was heading to my room, I saw someone over at the fountain sitting down where I was sitting. I was curious of who it was and why they were there. I finally worked up the courage to go and see who it was. I opened the door to the backyard and walked out closing it behind me. The warm air runs threw my hair as I walk forward.