Imagines // Styles

The Painter

I've never been able to paint walls. I've always had to ask for help. So, here I am now, sat in another room while the smell of paint illuminates my apartment and someone paints the walls for me.

I thought I could get some work done at home today and occasionally watch paint dry, but this painter had something else in mind. With one swift move I got up and headed for my empty bedroom.

"Excuse me!" The painter stopped when he saw me and a look of confusion appeared on his face,

"Hello. Is everything okay?" I rolled my eyes slightly annoyed.

"Mr. Painter, you're singing extremely loud and I'm trying to concentrate," The painter smiled at me and looked behind me for a moment.

"My apologies, Ms. y/l//n. I got really into the work and the song. Didn't mean to disrupt you." I huffed annoyed, but he apologized. I'll take it.

"And how long is it going to take before this room is done? I don't want this to be a three day project with my exams around the corner." A frown appeared on his face. Then a smile.

"I am working as fast as I can. I think you would rather I be thorough than quick. The job will be done just like I said before. I'll be out of your hair today."

"Keep it down, painter."

"M'name's Harry, love." I walked away in frustration.

I have an Organic Chemistry exam, I don't know the first thing about the subject and now I have a midterm. I'm not sure why I decided to take this class alone. I could've had friends to study with. Instead I'm sat alone because all study groups are full and all tutors are schedule for someone else.

Why are alkyl halides reactive? I don't know. Maybe because the sky is blue. What makes a stable leaving group? I don't understand any of this.

As I'm about to read another question I hear singing again. This time it's louder than before. Why me?

I got up clumsily and marched back to my room.

"Excuse me, Mr Painter! You-" He turned to look at me.

"Harry." I rolled my eyes.

"Harry. You're being loud again. Unless you got a song for organic chemistry, you'll need to keep it down."

"You're probably failing English too. It's 'unless you have' not 'unless you got'."

"You are not here to give me a grammar lesson. Be quiet!" He walked closer to me. I looked him in the eyes and waited for him to challenge me. He didn't. Instead he kissed me with his full pink lips. The kiss was soft and gentle.

"Babe, I'm almost done. I will help you with your class. It's not hard once you get it. Just take a break."

"That's easy for you to say you passed the class with flying colors." He laughed at my statement.

"Actually, it's the only class I passed that semester. I'm not sure how either." The memory made me smile. He's was more confused than I was when he saw his final grades.

Flashback

"Y/N, will you explain to me how I only passed the hardest class on the planet with an A- and nearly flunked everything else with a D+ or worse?"

"How am I supposed to know? Did you attempt to study for any of your exams apart from your chemistry exam?" I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Even Harry smiled through his confusion.

"Chemistry was the only one I didn't study for." I laughed a really loud laugh.

"You can always retake the classes."

"But that's a whole semester of classes" He whined. Though I felt bad about the situation, I still found it funny.

"I have to take those classes next semester. We can do it together. If you want." His emerald eyes lit up. I hope he doesn't think I'm doing his homework.

End Flashback

"Fine. You paint and I'll do nothing. If you're not too tired,you can help me."

"Promise. I love you, Y/N."

"And I love you, Harry. Now hurry. I want to study and cuddle. Well, mostly cuddle, but we can multitask."

He swiped his long index finger down my nose and I felt a sudden coolness on my face.

"Styles, I'm going to get you!" His loud giggle filled the room as he backed away and grabbed the paint brush.

"If you do, we'll go to war and there won't be any paint left to finish." I squinted my eyes at him and backed away slowly.

"I'm watching you, Styles."

"That sounds hot." I backed out of the room before his thoughts could escalate and went back to the couch.

"Hurry up and finish or no cuddles." I can hear his giggle from where I'm sat.

"But you love me!" He's right. I do love him.