Titanium (Harry Styles)

Prologue

The only sound in the room was the pipes, clattering against one another. The room was damp as I awaited on the couch, waiting for Harry to get ready. I must say, his paintings are large and beautiful. Each has a certain design, as if he had painted from someone's personality. His constant use of violet and pink were obviously shown in parts of each one.

"Are you ready, Rose?" Harry's raspy tone broke me from my curiosity.

"Yes," I say nervously.

"Take off your clothes," he commands politely.

I do as I was told, removing my clothing, leaving my body bare and exposed to Harry's wondrous green eyes. A bashful smirk played on his face as he gathered his materials.

He dipped his paintbrush in the brown paint, leaving me assuming that he is starting on my hair. I watched him stroke the long hairs of the brush against the paper while I payed still, since I was ordered not to move. A chill ran up my spine as I noticed that the window was open.

"Harry," I murmured, "will you please close the window? I'm cold."

"Are you sure?" he began to chuckle, "it will get heated and steamy in here."

I nodded my head, confirming my answer. "Yes, I'm sure."

He stood up and so very quickly, and closed the window shut, and got back in his previous position. A few minutes later, Harry's information from before proved him right-it is now very hot in here. Sweat drubbing from my forehead, down my face, and against my right breast. I gasped as I felt Harry's hand wipe it away, but felt very pleased with it.

His face was inches from mine. He whispered softly, "Why don't we take a break from painting, and do something else?"

I giggled. "Like what?"

He was about to lean in, when a horn went off. It was very loud, louder than usual, and it alarmed me. Harry threw a blanket over me as I got up, and he frantically looked around the room, searching for something specific.

"Harry, what's going on?" I asked, apprehensively.

Do I want to know? my subconscious poised.

The door open, revealing a very worried Captain Blare. He was too sweating, not from this room, but probably from all the running he might have done. Wow, this is serious.

"You two need to get out of here right now!" he ordered.

"What's going on?" I repeated my previous question.

He looked me right in the eye, my heart beating faster than the speed of light. It was something more than serious, a very big deal, also disastrous. I was more scared than I have ever been before.

"Titanium is sinking."