Harry Styles Imagines

02 - Work of art (au)

WORK OF ART

                                "So, are you interested in this painting?" I ask the young man in front of me who eyes the painting with a suspicious gaze. We are standing here already over an hour while I try to sell this painting to the man but he always comes with other questions, remarks, annoying offers.

 "How much do you take for this painting again?"

 "£1500," I say for what seemed like the hundredth time, "As you said you want to bring some colours into your office. This painting isn't too importunate. It's simple with a few effects. It would make a great atmos—"

 "I take it." Another voice says from behind the young man. When the person steps aside I see another young man standing in front of us, giving the painting a short look until he looks at me.

 I stare back at him, mainly seeing his pale green eyes which hold a shimmer of arrogance but also kindness. Although I'm completely captivated by his eyes I manage to stop staring. But still, my eyes remain on him. His brunette hair is standing in a wave above his head, curls standing up on the side. The man is dressed in skinny black jeans. His upper body is covered in a white shirt with fingers printed on it.

 But the guy who I was talking to the whole time tears me out of my thoughts when he sais, "Excuse you, sir, but I actually thought about buying it."

 "Well, you're still thinking and I've already made my decision," The man answers and a smile creeps onto my face as he walks over to me, "I'm Harry Styles."

 "Mr.Styles. I'm Ms Y/L/N." I say, stretching my hand out to meet his warm and soft hand.

 "What's your first name?"

 "Y/N."

 "Well, Y/N, when I buy this painting are you involved in my purchase?" He asks cocky and I start laughing loudly whereupon Harry narrows his eyebrows.

 "I guess, I have to disappoint you here. I'm not involved in your purchase because you can't buy me." I say, folding my hands behind my back. Harry's smirk comes back onto his lips. It seems like my rejection didn't affect him at all.

 "Are the other ways so I could see you again?"

 "Yes, you could buy some more paintings next week when we have a few new one's." I answer, being the seller that I am. He might look handsome and he might have really soft hands but I'm not going to forget what my job is.

 "And can I—"

 "Sir, I really want to negotiate—" The other man interrupts him.

 "Would you shut up now?" Harry asks angrily.

 "Okay, I'm sorry I'm gonna leave." My other customer says frustrated, turning on his heel to leave. My eyes widen and I follow him as quickly as I can.

 "No, sir! Mr. Cooper, please wait! We can—I can..." I yell after him but it doesn't make sense anymore, "Great, just great." I mumble and turn around only to almost run into Harry.

 "You made me lose my customer," I accuse him, "I almost had him! Do you know how much money I lost because of you? Thanks for ruining my day." I say and pass him, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I go back to my office. But I hear heavy steps behind me, following me.

 "Hey, hey, Y/N. Calm down, okay? I'm sorry. That wasn't in my intention," He apologizes, "How can I make it up to you?"

 "Bring me my costumer back, Mr.Sty—"

 "Harry."

  "Harry," I say, stretching his name whilst having an angry undertone in my voice, "My costumer just left because of you and your arrogance! What if he has some really great friends who love art as well? And now? Now, he won't tell them how great we are. We will probably lose a bunch of costumers just because you had to be rude!"

 "Woah hold on! He interrupted me while I was talking and I won't play all nice."

 "You didn't have to be rude, though."

 "I just told him to shut his mouth."

 "You had no right to—" But I get interrupted by loss of air. Harry pulls me around the corner and presses me against the wall. I'm trapped between him and the cold wall. I lift my hands, trying to push him away from me which seems to be impossible.

 "Honey, stop being mad. If it makes you feel better I buy the painting for twice the price. And I have friends who enjoy art as well. I will tell them about here." Harry says and his breath is fanning over my face but it's not like I care about that. I just really want to kiss him and I don't think this responsible in any way.

 "Don't call me honey."

 "Sweetheart?" A smirk is evident on his lips.

 "No, don't give me pet names at all," I demand and turn my head to the side to break our stare, "But alright. That's one way how to make up for what you did."

 "What would have been an other way?" Harry smirks. His fingers cup my chin so he can turn my face again. His other hand travels up and down my side. I completely forget that people are here and could catch us any second.

 "You could have asked me out on a date," I say and now I'm the one who is grinning, "But you chose the expensive way but don't mind me. I like both ways."

 "How about I do both?" Harry asks and a wave of confidence dashes through me. My hands grip the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to me but still leaving space between us so our lips don't touch.

 "That is, of course, another possibility." I smile, my fingers tracing over his chest. It makes me feel weird how okay I am with a stranger pressing me against a wall, almost kissing me at my workplace.

 "So, Y/N, would you like to go out with me?" Harry says and his eyes trail down to my breasts for a short second before staring back into my eyes.

 "No." I say, biting my lip to suppress the grin that tries to creep onto my face. Harry draws his eyebrows together, confused because of my answer.

 "You're a tease. I like that," He remarks, smirking, his hands resting on my hips, "You know, if we had known us longer I would have kissed you now." Harry whispers, his lips ghosting over my lips and I try to swallow but my mouth is dry.

 "Why do we have to know each other for that?" I whisper back which Harry takes as an invitation to kiss me. His lips collide with mine and all the air is pressed out of my lungs. He moves his lips slowly and sensually, driving me insane with only a kiss.

 "Today, 7pm, in front of this shop. I pick you up from here." Harry mumbles against my lips, his eyes only half closed.

 "I said no."

 "I really don't care, sweetheart."