I added a picture of who I see playing Carly Carter on the side of this chapter, tell me what you think x
"And this is my favourite." He points over to the painting of a woman. Inch by inch of detail is perfect, her torso is finely outlined, her lips are plump and her hair reaches down to her naked back. "I love the way he's portrayed her." I look over to him, a smile forming on his lips.
"This is my favourite" I take our gaze over to a young female, her body is covered in a thin fabric of cloth. Her curves are something I wish for, her beauty is truly defined in this breath taking piece of art.
"Is that so?" He nudges me, I slowly begin to nod.
He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I stiffen slightly as he brings his lips to my ear, his soft breathe takes over the muffled voices. "Its also one of my favourites." He brings his face back from mine, his hand placed on my lower back.
I like having things in common with Zayn, we get along and it at least makes me feel comfortable around him. I don't feel a slight thing for him, relationship wise but defiantly as a friendship.
It hits 5.00pm, we walk through the ward and back to Zayn's room. I have enjoyed the day, I didn't think I would but I did. We finished walking around the Art gallery at about 3ish, we then took to a small restaurant, I decided on a classic beef burger and fries. It was tasty, I cant complain when I get shit food back in this place. My phone hasn't stopped vibrating, I know exactly who it is. Harry.
"Thanks for today." I smile, he slowly nods.
"No, thank you" He steps forward, kissing my cheek. I flush as he steps back. I am attracted to Zayn, physically he is nice to look at, but I cant help if I don't feel anything for him.
"We shall have to have another day like this?" I question, I know his answer is going to be yes, and frankly im fine with that.
He nods, "Yeah, maybe another weekend." He smiles, "I could take you out of town to see my mother." He suggests, I slowly nod. Ive met Harry's mother, and yet Im unsure of what we are.
"Speak to you later." I smile, he brings me in for one last hug before stepping into his room and closing the door. I finally pull out my phone, retrieving the previous messages.
My mother.
*Hello sweetheart, how are you? We're thinking of popping up this weekend, would that be okay?"
I choose to ignore the message and move to see what Harry has text me.
*I cant do tonight, im busy. sorry x*
I sigh, for most of the day my thoughts have been on Harry and where he was going to take me tonight, what we were going to do and if id stay with him. I guess my plans have crumbled. I go over to his door, pressing one ear to the thin wood.
Muffled noises come from his room, I place my knuckle on the door and knock it loudly, I wait patiently as I hear a few curses as well as things being moved around.
The door slightly opens, her brown hair falls infront of her face, utterly breath taking. Bea, there she is, the thin fabric wrapped tightly around her.
"Who is it." Harry mumbles, his squeaky bed muffles out the jealousy I feel.
"Whats you're name again?" She smiles, I cant hate her. She's done nothing wrong, nothing at all yet I find myself thinking of ways to cause her pain.
"Ca-rly" I mumble, i should leave before he comes out, he's bound too. He blew me off for her. She is much prettier than i am, her figure is perfect and of course she's a part time model. I slowly begin to walk away, wishing id never of let myself walk over to his door.
