The Art Student (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter 12:

Her POV:

        Harry's soft lips continue to gently move against mine as I tangle one of my hands into Harry's curls and place my other hand on Harry's shoulder. I can tell that Harry is very awkward when it comes to kissing. Well, Harry is awkward with everything but he is very awkward with kissing. I like kissing Harry, he's sweet and wonderful, but I can tell that he doesn't have much experience. I lightly bite down on Harry's bottom lip and he seems to loosen up and gets a bit better at the whole kissing thing.

       We pull apart and a stunning pair of green eyes meet mine and I can't help but to smile widely at him. I wish he didn't have such a strong affect on me, but he does. I rest my forehead on to Harry's and breathe in the breath that he let's out. Harry's stunning dimples appear on his pale face and I smile back at him. I finally did it. I kissed Harry. "So, will you come with me?" I ask Harry in a breathless whisper. I can see the hesitation on Harry's face.

        I lean in and place a short peck to Harry's lips. "I just want you safe." I whisper to the boy with a dark presence sitting next to me. Harry smiles and nods at me. I let an excited shriek escape my lips before pulling Harry into a hug. Harry buries his face into my neck as I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. I push apart from Harry and hold his shoulders in my hands as I ask a question I'm scared to. "How much time do we have?" I ask.

            Harry's face shows fear before answering me. "Not long." Harry replies in a whisper. Harry and I both jump up off of his bed and start moving around the room. If we don't have a lot of time then we need to make the most of the time that we do have. Harry hands me an empty duffle bag and I quickly move to his drawers and begin taking out his clothes and placing them into the bag. Harry started on taking down all of his paintings and drawings from his walls.

          I placed a few of Harry's shirts into the duffle bag. I smiled as I noticed a few drawings of me hidden at the bottom of the drawer. I grabbed them and put them on top of the pile Harry had made of his pieces of art. After only a little while Harry and I had collected all of his things and had them in bags. "Um-m, will I need my uh pillows and blankets?" Harry asked me nervously. I giggled at his nervous state before shaking my head. "No. I have plenty." I told him.

           Harry's cheeks turned pink as he grabbed my hand and led me out of his room and through his house. Harry didn't seem to need a minute to say goodbye to his house, I mean it seemed that it only held bad memories and it wasn't even the house he was raised in. We had bags swung over both of our shoulders and in our non-intertwined hands as we walked out of his house and towards my car. Harry really doesn't have a lot of things. 

             I unlock my car and Harry and I begin to throw his bags into my car's backseat. Once Harry and I get all of his bags into my car we quickly get into the front seat and put on our seat belts. Before I even have a chance to start my car, Harry's unexpected, loud, angry voice shouts at me. "HURRY!" Harry screams. Harry has never yelled at me before, I have never even heard him yell at anyone actually. But, Harry's tone didn't sound mean. I was startled by Harry's voice but I quickly snapped out of it and started the car.

I looked into my car's mirror and gasp as I see Harry's father's car hastily approaching us from behind. 

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Thank you for reading if you did! I hope you are liking this story and liked this chapter! Please vote and comment if you want!  Oh and I changed the cast a bit! :D

-Jena xoxo

Next Update: March 12th