Masterpiece

Harry Styles is a comic book artist, stress from work is getting more and more difficult to deal with and deadlines are killing him. He found himself up one night, brainstorming for ideas and he began messing around, doodling some beautiful man. It started off just as something to distract him but he found it hard to pull away from the drawings, starting from when the cerulean eyed man was only a child up to the present day. One day on a rush to get home and draw Harry slams into someone, Starbucks coffee flying into the air and drenching.., the masterpiece from his comics.

Harry had been rushing, looking down at his notepad, he had just finished a sketch of the beautiful man, for some reason on the ground, drenched in something. Harry had assumed it had started raining and the boy slipped? He hadn't been paying attention and -bam- He bumped right into someone, the lad falling to the ground with an 'oomph.' Harrys coffee slipping from his hands and covering the man in the brown liquid. Thankfully enough the coffee wasn't hot. "Oops." He mused, biting his lip, "hi." The man on the ground replied, drenched in coffee. "Oh, I'm so sorry i-" Harry stopped, completely froze. Emerald met Cerulean and his breath hitched slightly in his throat. It.. Its him.

The man looked up at him, anger obvious in his features. "Im so sorry." Harry said again, holding out his hand for the man to take. His small hand slipped into Harrys as the curly haired lad pulled him to his feet. "Can I- how about you come to my flat, I can help you clean yourself up, its right over there." He said, pointing to a building only down the street. He narrowed his eyes a bit and sighed, "sure." His higher pitched voice ringing in Harrys ears. It sounded so beautiful, even with the slight annoyance hinted in the simple word.

Harry blushed when he realized he was still holding the other males hand, quickly pulling away. Even after all those comics he still didn't know his name, "so, what is your name?" Harry asked, starting to walk toward his home. "Louis." He said simply, looking down at himself. "Im Harry Styles." Harry said, trying to sound as friendly as possible. Louis almost stopped dead in his tracks, "wait, you?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. "Me what?" Harry asked, chuckling a bit. "You are Harry Styles?" "Thats what i said." Harry laughed. "/The/ Harry Styles?" He asked, awestruck. "Indeed."

"But you're so.. Young." Louis said as they started getting closer to the building. "Awe, and for a minute there i thought you were going to say fabulous." Harry fake pouted. Louis chuckled, "Now i feel bad for being a prick." He said, biting his lip. "No, be a prick, please." Harry laughed, "no one ever is anymore." He hummed, "because I'm suppose to he famous." He chuckled. "Suppose to be? You are." Louis frowned, "Thats why no one recognizes me right?" He asked humor in his voice as he swiped his key, buzzing himself inside.

"But, thats because comic books aren't like normal books, there is not picture of you in the back." Louis said, "yeah, i suppose your right." He chuckled, entering the elevator, Louis following after him. Harry unlocked his door, a blush settling on his cheeks as he realized that he had comic books of Louis laying around everywhere. Maybe he wouldn't notice?

"You can take a shower if you want?" Harry suggested, Louis shook his head, "no, I'm okay, plus i don't have any clothes." He said, his eyes scanning over the small flat. It was only a living room that had papers and comics spread all over the place, a kitchen, a bedroom and a bathroom. Harry could probably afford a bigger one but he liked this one, he wouldn't want things any other way. "You can just borrow some of mine." He smiled, "i insist you take a shower, you look pretty uncomfortable." He chuckled, tossing his sketch book on the couch. Louis sighed and nodded in agreement, "okay, thank you." Louis smiled. Harry slipped off his boots, heading into his room and grabbed a pair of sweats, boxers, and a shirt for Louis. He knew they would obviously be to big but he thought the man would look cute in them, though he wouldn't admit that.

Louis smiled, taking the clothes gratefully, "Thank you." He said. "Its no problem, I'm the one who covered you in coffee." He chuckled, "which I'm still sorry about." He said. "Then i guess we are even." Louis smiled, biting his lip. "Ill be back then." He giggled, walking into the bathroom. oh dear, that giggle would be the death of Harry. He started to hide away the comics of Louis, tucking them away in his desk drawer. By the time he was done making sure that none were left, Louis was done. When he stepped out of the bathroom Harry was sure he would melt. The man dried his hair by ruffling his hair with the towel, smiling a bit at Harry, "Thanks again." He hummed, scooping up his dirty clothes and the towel. Harry nodded walking over and taking them from his hands, "you cant have your clothes back until i get mine back." He laughed, Louis nodded laughing as well, "thats fair." The blue eyed man agreed.

Harry went into his room, placing the clothes in his hamper. He walked back in the living room, Louis was looking at the drawings Harry had pinned up on a cork board. "Like 'em?" Harry asked, walking up to the board as well. Louis nodded, "they are really good." He hummed. Harry smiled, "thanks." Harry chirped. Louis spun around to face Harry, not knowing the other male was so close behind him, their faces only inches away. "Oh, sorry." Louis blushed, taking a step back. Harry chuckled, forcing himself to turn the other way, plopping down on the couch. Louis sat down as well, bouncing back up as he realised he sat down on something, the sketch book Harry had tossed over there and forgot about. The one with a sketch of the masterpiece.