“Alright class, gather your things and get the hell out of here.” My art teacher playfully ordered. Miss Riley was kind, caring, outrageously hilarious, and in particular took special interest in me, for reasons I cannot yet fathom. I smiled at her, chuckling softly at her light-hearted tone and wide grin. Today was her 28th birthday, she had explained to us all. Her husband was throwing her a surprise cocktail party but accidentally gave away his plans this morning at breakfast. She was beautiful, understanding, and just beautiful. She travelled across the front of the classroom and stood in front of my desk peering down into my art journal, other students milling around and slowly filing out the door. She outstretched her right hand, spinning the book around to face her and flipped through a few pages of notes before stopping to gaze at one of my favourite pieces. It had taken me nearly eight hours to draw; the image itself was forever etched into my mind. Her lip was tugged between her teeth, her eyebrows furrowing together and her long wavy blonde hair hung like curtains down the sides of her soft face.
“Is there something wrong with it? It’s not anatomically correct is it?” My hands flew to my face in horror, awaiting her response as I feared the worst.
“No, no, Nika it’s quite the opposite.” She briefly glanced at me before turning her gaze back to my book.
“Well, why did you look so, I don’t know, why were your eyebrows furrowed?” I asked frantically running my hands through my long hair. By now the class had dispersed around the school grounds, leaving me alone with Miss Riley and her undivided attention.
“My eyebrows were furrowed?” she asked looking up at me, her eyebrows furrowed.
“Are you kidding? They’re furrowed right now! Please, tell me what you’re thinking.” I pointed an accusing finger at her and she smiled, receiving a deeply relieved sigh from me. She chuckled lightly, focusing back on the dark drawing on the page.
“It’s exquisite. The way that you’ve used the pencil to capture the different light angles, the skill behind the shaping of the lines is just magnificent. It’s dark, intriguing, captivating and very professional. Who did you base this on?” she questioned leaning her elbows on the desk in front of her and resting her head in her hands just looking at me.
“I don’t know I just drew it.” I white lied. I knew perfectly well who I based this on, but she didn’t have to know, although by the looks of it she probably already did. AS I was about to shut my book and pack away my things, loud heavy footsteps were heard coming down the hallway; someone then burst into the room, the footsteps ceasing and all I could hear now was panting from the doorway. Both Miss Riley and I turned toward the exit and there stood the inspiration of my drawing in all his mysteriously striking glory, the sharp angles of his face set into a scowl. Frantically I snatched up the journal and slammed it shut before hastily shoving it into my bag. I caught Miss Riley smirking at my rushed actions and carefully looked away from her knowing eyes.
“Harry, what’s the rush?” Miss Riley asked him a she crossed the room back to her cluttered desk.
“I watched him closely, his hard features now slightly irritated, probably at my presence while he took a few steps further into the empty room. He didn’t look at me, nor did he give away that he had even acknowledged my existence.
“I was hoping to catch you before you went out to break. Is it okay if I stay in here during lunch to work on a few things?” he asked uncertainly. I looked toward Miss Riley who had slung her black whole of an art bag over her shoulder and scooped up her paint covered textbooks.
“Of course you can, just make sure to lock up the room when lunch finishes alright?” she told him with a gentle smile. She then made her way to the door only to raise an eyebrow at me and grin. I felt the heat rise in my face and looked down at my hands in my lap. I took a deep breath and then jumped off my stool, only to bump straight into someone. I gasped with the contact but gasped again when I realised who it was. Bravely I looked up at his face, his large ringed hand combing through the chestnut curls pushed back over the top of his head. He was scowling, I think, his eyebrows were scrunched together, creating a small crease between them and his pink lips were set into a thin hard line. I carefully backed away, my hands rising in front of me in defence.
“I’m so sorry; I didn’t even look to see where I was going. I’m so sorry, again, sorry.” I blurted in one breath. I looked at his face, my gaze flickering from one emerald coloured eye to the other before I snatched up my bag and bolted out the door leaving him standing alone in a row of desks.
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Knight in Black Armour (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)
Fanfiction"You don't know a single thing about me, and yet you draw me as if there has never been a day in your life that you haven't been looking at me." she smiled up at me from my lap, my journal held open in her hands. "I know plenty about you, as a pers...
