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nine

✘Before we get to the story, I wanted to say I am sorry for the long awaited update! Things have been quite hectic for me and school's starting soon so I wanted to give you guys a new chapter. Thank you so much for voting and reading. After this chapter there will be about 3-4 left. Remember this is a short story so I apologize if it seems things are moving too fast.

Also, a big big thanks to the lovely fleur_ for the amazing covers she made for this story.

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First wall falling down, second wall crumbling

It has been weeks since the fight between Emily and I. I haven't attempted to contact her nor did she attempt to contact me. I guess we really had fallen apart. On the other hand, Ella and I are on the third canvas already. It's not too long until she starts the fourth one.

"When am I going to see them?" I asked feeling a bit impatient.

"After I finish the first one."

I stood up from my stool and walked closer to her as she was dabbing paint onto the canvas. Her eyes looked up at me and she quickly covered everything with a rag she used to clean her hands.

"What do you think you're doing Mr. Styles?" She asked in a tone that reminded me of a mother scolding her child.

I reached my hand out and rubbed her cheeks. They were always smeared with dried paint. I then moved her messy bangs away from her eyes and stared at her.

Despite me not being able to see what color they held, she always had this sparkle in her eyes. I longed to see something more.

Ella kept her eyes on mine as she relaxed under my touch. I couldn't help but think of how beautiful she looked. Ella was so much different from every other person I met. She intrigued me.

I suddenly became very nervous, I couldn't help but suddenly ask.

"Can I kiss you?"

Her eyes widened slightly, "Wh-what?"

"Can I kiss you?" I said a bit more confident.

"I heard you."

I didn't wait for another response when I grabbed her waist gently, wrapping my arm around her back and pulling her closer to me. It was almost instantly that my lips were now on hers. I poured everything out on the kiss. It felt so right.

Once I pulled away from her, I looked her in the eyes again. The kiss still lingering on my lips. She tasted like a sin. Something forbidden, something frightening. But I liked it; kissed her again. I did not dare close my eyes as I watched her flutter closed.

She was so beautiful.

I now know what I'm scared of.