Dates & Polaroids

Art Room (Part One!)

**( Emma, this is the first of the imagines based on this fanfic i could never update, sorry btw, but yeah ill give you enough background so you understand, if not text me kk. enjoy. love ya tons my beautiful red head!)**

I walk up to Autumn's apartment hoping she knows where Harry is. I haven't seen hin all day and he hasn't texted or called me since yesterday afternoon. it sounds kind of needy to be worried because of no contact for 24 hours but ive just become so used to our routine. As I knock on Autumns door I try and think of all the places he could be. I checked the garage, the ice cream shop, panera, his house. he's just completely off the grid.

"Hey there Emma!" Autumn brightly greets me leaning on her door frame.

"Hey there, have you heard from Harry lately?" I ask her.

"Not recently, why is something wrong?"

"No I just haven't talked to him since yesterday. I've checked everywhere and he is no where to be found." I run my fingers through my hair in frustration.

"You check his studio?"

What?

"His studio?"

"Yeah down the block above Blick he has an art studio. The guy could miss world war three and wouldn't know it, once he's in there he's in a trance of clay, paint, and pencils."

she goes on. I'm still stuck on the art studio part of her explanation. I didn't even know Harry was into art. I just figured all of the paintings and drawings in his house were decorations he bought.

"No, I didn't check there. How would I get up to it?"

"Just go inside Blick ask for Zayn, that's Harry's art major buddy who got him the spot, and then tell Zayn you're looking for Harry."

"ok thanks Autumn see ya."

"Bye girl!"

I head three blocks down the street until I reach the huge art store. since I got here I've loved the sign with the illuminating paint palette it is So bright big. I get inside and smell the scent of acrylic paint and pencil shavings. down each isle there are people holding varieties of art materials i have no idea how to use. I head to the cash register and find a girl with bright pink blue and purple hair. its tied up in a loose knot on the top of her head and her bright blue eyes and pale skin compliment the hair colors perfectly. she beams a smile at me while wiping her charcoal stained hands on the grey apron wrapped around her slender body.

"How can I help you?" she asks cheerfully.

"I'm looking for Zayn. Is he around here somewhere?"

"Yeah ill just call him up to the front and he should be here very quickly." she picks up the phone on the wall behind her and presses a button, suddenly her voice comes over the store intercom. "Hey, Zayn, there is someone here in the front who wants to see you. Zayn, please come to the front cash register. " she turns to me and smiles again.

"Thank you,"

"Its my job," she shrugs before picking up the stick of charcoal she had before.

After a few seconds a tan guy with messy black hair and light brown eyes jogs up to the front. his face is chiseled to near perfection and he has slight stuble growing on his face. in one hand he holds a spray can and there is a pencil behind his right ear.

"Is it you that wanted to see me?" he asks pointing to me with the tip of the spray can.

"Yeah, I'm looking for Harry, I'm his.... well, I'm his.. friend and Autumn told me I should ask you to take me to him."

"Emma?" he asks

"Yeah.. that's me."

he chuckles a little bit then shakes his head. "Friend huh? Yeah I'll take you up. follow me." he starts walking down the isles until we reach a door in a wall he opens it then I follow him up the stairs.

"Hey, Harry," he calls out.

"Dude, how many times, I thought I told you not to mess with me up here." I hear Harry reply. I can see him doing our shared habit and putting his fingers in his hair as he sets down whatever he is working on.

"Yeah, but I thought this was a good reason. Cmon dude."

Harry sighs in annoyance and I hear a chair move. seconds later Harry walks from behind a stack of boxes in a stained white shirt and black skinny jeans. He has a beany on his head and all his curls are being held back. From the beany he has a pencil, like Zany does, behind his right ear. He sees me standing there and his face lightens up.

"oh shit." he curses to himself realizing why Zayn is here. "Hey Emma." he comes to give me a huge hug. "how long has it been Zayn?"

"just under 20 hours. you still got loads of time before you beat your record." Zayn tells him. I wonder what Harry's record is for staying up in this studio.

"5 Days." Harry andswers by whispering in my ear.

"Yeah so what type of stuff are you working-"

"Zayn, you can go now." Harry says annoyed.

"I see, only the people who help you reach orgasm are allowed up here." Zayn teases and I drop my head and laugh in embarrassment.  Thats why Zayn laughed when I said I was Harry's friend. He knows about our.... times together.

"ok you dick, you've cracked your joke now leave."

"fine, I can see when I'm not wanted."

"I would hope so considering I've told you to go twice now." Harry fires back

Zayn raises his middle finger as he disappears down the stairs.

"He knows?" I ask Harry even though i already know the answer. it doesn't bug me much, I know guys talk about sex just as much as girls do so I didn't expect it to be a secret.

"Yeah, we got to talking about why I haven't been here as much as usual and he knew it had to be a good reason." Harry rubs the back of his neck as we awkwardly stand surrounded by boxes.

"Speaking of this place. How come I never knew you were into art?!" I push his shoulder as he takes me through a maze of stacks of supplies. we reach his working area which is next to a full window wall. There are a tons of tables and easles, there is a pottery wheel, and a area dedicated to the rainbow is everything from oil pastels to crayons.

"It never came up. How come you didn't tell me you were actually talented?" he jokes back.

"Because I'm n-"

"Don't feed me that bull. I found your poems when you were sleeping once." he smirks leaning on a the only clear table in his little set up area. his body is literally screaming for me. his white shirt reveals all of the skin underneath and my eyes are tracing the lines of his swallow tattoos.  His index finger and thumb come up to his mouth to pull on his bottom lip, a habit he has that I absolutely love. All of this distracts me until I take in what he just said.

"You got into my writing?!" I half yell.

"I got bored and couldn't sleep and I tripped on a box in your room going to watch tv. I opened it and found notebooks,, loose leaf paper, and cut outs of poems. I read some, you're good."

I blush at his compliment and mentally kick myself in the ass for not being more organized and hiding that box better.

"thanks I guess. What have you been working on in here?" I ask looking at sketches of eyes, hands, and lips on small pieces of paper on the table next to me.

" A few surprises, a few... disasters. But right now? I'm working on a plan to get you naked on this table."

**(oops, did I do another cliff hanger? my bad.)**