The Art Student (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter 9:

Harry's POV:

        She sat on my bed like this was her room and she was clearly comfortable. As I looked around my room for the picture that she wanted, she scanned all of the walls. She was examining my art work. I was nervous because my walls were covered with paintings, sketches, and drawings of her. She's not all that I draw, I draw other things too. She is just my favorite thing to draw... I mean, I'm not a weirdo... ok... well, I'm not a stalker and I swear I am harmless. I can't deny being a weirdo. She doesn't seem to notice the pictures, although it is very hard not to notice them. Maybe she just doesn't mind them... but that's unlikely. She's probably just gotten used to my weirdness.

"I love your room. It is really small... smaller than I thought it would be. But, I love it." She whispers.

          I thought maybe she would like how I painted all of the walls and how it’s kind of wacky. She likes that kind of stuff. I mean she hangs out with me, so... We hang out in my room for a little while. I thought that we were just going to get the picture and go, but she seems more comfortable in my room now and she wants to stay. So we stay and hang out a little while longer.

        "I'll walk you back to the school to get your car, it's getting late." I say quietly. The last thing I want is for her to go, but it is getting late and I don't want to get her in trouble and I also want to be back before my father gets home. It's also not safe here for her and I want to protect her, the best to my ability and getting her out of here is a good idea. "Ok." She whispers back. I think her and I can agree that it has been a long day. I told her things that I have never told anyone, ever. I am ready for a nap.

     She picked up her back pack from my bed and stood up. I took her hand in mine and led her out of my room and towards our front door. We were just about to leave the house when the front door swung open and my drunken father tumbled in. I gripped her hand tighter and tried my best to act like I wasn't frightened or worried for the both of us in this situation. I tug on her hand so she is now behind me and I am shielding her from my maniac of a father. I pray that I can protect her, but I also pray that he won't do anything so that I need to.

     "Ha! You actually have a girl over? What, did you pay her to come over and look at your stupid little drawings? Or is she a hooker and you finally lost your virginity, cunt?" My father spat at me. I swallow the lump that has formed in my throat. My father peeks around my body to view her. I pull her in tighter to my body. My father’s booming laugh gets even louder as he sees her.

      "You know what sweetheart? He draws you. He draws you all of the time. I can't believe you're actually real and you are actually giving this twat the time of day. He must be paying you real good." My father laughed louder. I could easily tell him that I am not paying her or that she already knows how often I draw her, but I know that I will feel no satisfaction from that. I want to stand up for her, I do. She isn't a hooker, or a slut or whatever my father was implying. But, even if I stand up for her, he will just get worst. I know that, and I have a feeling she does to and she hasn't even lived with him her whole life.

      I grip her delicate hand tighter as I try to weave around my father and make it to the front door, our escape. "No! You have to stay you little shit!" My father screams at me. "I need to walk her to her car." I speak with a shaky voice. "No. You can't go." My father states firmly. "I don't care. I'm going." I speak without hesitation. I'm sure this is foreign to my father. I have never stood up to him like this before and I am certain that there will be hell to pay once I get back. I smush her into my back further than she was before. I try and protect her the best that I can, so she isn't even in his eye sight.

        "I don't know what Harry has told you. But, whatever he said is a lie! All he does is lie!" My father screams. Wow, he does know my name. My father tries to move around me to tell the girl in my arms but I move in a circle so that he can't. I refuse to let nothing be in-between the sweet girl that I love and my disgusting father. As my father moves again to try and speak to her, he leaves a pathway to the front door. I quickly tug on her hands and run with her to the front door. We make it out the door with all of her things, and my father still in the house.

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