The Artist

Chapter 3

(Y/N) I hope are enjoying my story. It isn't as easy as it seems. I'm trying my best to please you (Y/N)! just trying to make you smile! (: haha enjoy my story love! xx

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Chapter 3

Ana's P.O.V.

After I finished eating I went to my satchel. I took out the paint that revived from Lillian earlier today. I took them out and went to my paint room. I placed the paint on the table. I walked to the kitchen grabbed a cup and filled it with water. Once When I had everything set I decided to put old clothes on so I don't won't ruin my normal clothes.

I go to my bedroom and grab my old yoga pants and my old high school t-shirt. I remove the clothes I am wearing and I put on the clothes I just picked out. I walk back into the paint room and put on my pocket belt. I put my headphones in and place my phone in the pocket of the belt. I press play to any song that turns on and I take a deep breathe.

I walk over to the table and grab a big sheet. I grab two nails and I hammer the sheet to the wall. I am doing this because the next piece I am doing involves me splattering paint. I don't want to get it on my walls.

I grab a canvas and put it on my wooden stand. I grabbed a thick paint brush dipped it in water then red paint. Once I had the paint on the brush I flicked it on the canvas. I flicked it with the color red many times. Then I did it with orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. As I was about to finish my last flick of purple I heard a knock on the door. I walked over to the door and opened it.

Harry.

"Hey Nicole." He said smiling with his hands in his pockets.

"Hi Harry."

"Can I come in?" I move out of the way so he can walk in. He mumbles a 'thank you' then he sits on the couch. I closed the door then locked it I took a seat next to Harry and smiled. He was wearing the same black skinny jeans, white t shirt that is see through so I could see that he had tattoos, and those cool tan boots.

"So whats up Harry?" I ask placing my hands on my lap.

"Well I have to tell you some good news and some bad news." He said to me looking rather nervously.

"Okay." I said simply. I have no idea where this is going.

"Well the bad news is they closed 6th ave for artists." He said to me and I felt angry. Why the hell would they do that?

"Why?" I say rather coldly to him and he seems to be taken back at my tone of voice because he jumps.

"They are doing some building or whatever." He says very quiet. I think I scared him with my tone of voice.

"What is the good news?" I ask him trying to keep my mind off the bad news Harry had just told me.

"Well you know that woman that bought your paintings? Claire and she was with her boyfriend John?" He says to I go back to the day. Yes I remember her she gave me $100. She was lovely.

"Yes I do." I say to him and he nods.

"Well John best friend is my best mate as well."

"Okay." I don't know where this is going.

"He is a scoting agent. Since I found out they closed 6 ave I called him up. I told him about some of your paintings. He wants to you ASAP."

I have no words but all I can do is hug Harry really tight. I can tell he is taken back but eventually he wraps his arms around my back. He smelled rather good. We pulled apart and I stared right into his emerald eyes and he did the same. He backs away then clears his thorat.

"Well um I have to go." He gets up from the couch then walks to the door. I do the same so I can lock the door. He hands me a card with a number.

"Here is the scoting agent's number. His name is Louis Tomlinson. Just tell him Harry sent you. Okay?" He asks me with a smile. Wow those dimples.

"Okay." I give him goodbye hug then he leaves my apartment.