The Art Student (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter 18:

Her POV:

      Harry and I were now in art class and he hasn't said a word to me since before that scene with Bruce happened this morning. I understand Harry is trying to hide his feelings right now, or whatever, but I wish he wouldn't shut me out. I wish he would at least talk to me. I have been trying to talk to him all class and he just keeps silently sketching, and I know he isn't ignoring me because he's lost in the picture, this isn't like the other times. "So, did you sleep good last night, Harry? Had any dreams?" I attempt once again to get just one word out of him. "You know, I don't know what your favorite food is... If you tell me what it is, maybe I could make it for you." Now, I'm just bribing him, this is getting pathetic.

        "Cats or Dogs? I know everyone seems to like dogs more and they say cats are lil' ass holes... which they are, but I like cats. You?" I say randomly. I cursed for him, and he won't even look over at me. This is getting ridiculous. My frustration got the best of me and I was soon stood up from my stool and standing in-between Harry's legs so that he couldn't see his sketch and he had nowhere else to look. He had to face me now. "Talk to me." I whisper for just his ears. Harry's emotionless face finally drops and he gives in to me. Harry places his hands on the table behind me so I was trapped by Harry's body, but I loved it. "Ok." He whispers. "What is going through your mind right now? Just tell me what you're thinking. I just want to know what you're thinking." I whisper back to him as I move a hand up to his neck. "I just want to go home. I don't want to be here." Harry says in a whisper but it holds a lot of anxiety and I'm afraid he may cry if he doesn't get what he's requesting soon.

            I nod my head at him and agree to take him home. The bell rings and Harry and I agree to leave now. We grab our things and head right for the door while waving goodbye to Mrs. Holland. I think she ships us, she always winks at us or smiles widely whenever we're together. Once, we're in the hallway of the school I quickly grab Harry's hand and begin leading him towards the main entrance of the school. A large hand pushes against my shoulder trying to stop me from moving any farther. I look up and see Bruce standing there with an evil look in his eyes. "Could I have a little chat with your boy toy?" Bruce asks me. I sigh and grip Harry's hand a little tighter. 

           "Not today, Bruce." I say in an exhausted and defeated voice. I was scared to look over at Harry because I was scared he maybe having a panic attack. Bruce's face displays confusion then realization then amusement... It was even weirder to witness. "So tomorrow then?" Bruce asks me. My patience with Bruce was long gone by now and I was certainly ready to punch him in the face, but I can't hurt him that way, there's only one way I can hurt Bruce. "No. Not today, or tomorrow, or any day. Bruce I swear, don't you ever look, touch or even think about Harry again, got it? I know a lot of your secrets, Bruce and if you want them to stay secrets... I would do as I say." I threatened Bruce. I truly hate doing things like this, never in my life did I think I would threaten someone, not even Bruce, but if I didn't Harry could have got seriously hurt. I didn't want to chance that. 

            Bruce looked scared but soon played it off cool. "Whatever." He spat before walking away. Once Bruce is out of sight I continue to drag Harry to the main entrance of the school, where my car is. Once, Harry and I get into my car Harry begins talking. "This is weird." He almost whispers. "What?" I ask. "The guy is meant to be protecting the girl, not the other way around." Harry speaks in an insecure voice. I immediately begin rubbing Harry's muscular back as I begin talking. "Hey, I don't mind." I whisper, because honestly, I don't. Harry needed a little protecting and I was more than happy with being the one to give that to him. "Ok. But you know that I would protect you if you ever needed it. I will always protect you. You know that, right?" Harry asks me.

          "I know Harry. You proved that to me that terrible day with your father." I assure him and Harry seems to loosen up. He hesitantly nods his head at me and gives me a weak smile.

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             Harry and I were cuddling in our bed just talking about whatever. It was nice having him here with me, not having to worry about him not being here with me. My head was resting on his stomach and he had both of his arms wrapped around me. I traced his tattoos on one of his arms. I took our moment of silence to ask him a question I have been wanting to since I first met him. "Will you tell me what each tattoo means? The story. The reason." I ask. Harry silently agrees with a cute little smile growing at the corner of his mouth. My pointer finger quickly makes contact with his rose tattoo, my favorite tattoo of his. "This one is my favorite. What does this one mean?" I ask. Harry genuinely smiles at me and tightens his grip around me a little bit before answering. "I know, I remember. That one's my favorite too. I love all of my tattoos, but that one is my favorite. I.... I um I got it for my mother." Harry whispers to me.

          A loud banging at the door grabbed Harry and I's attention. It was incredibly loud and whoever was knocking, it sounded like was trying to bust down the door.

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