The Art Student (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter 21:

Her POV:

"So I'm your boyfriend, huh?"

       To say I'm in shock would be an understatement. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks as I thought over the words Harry had just spoken to me. The way boyfriend sounded coming from his lips must have been the most beautiful sound. Aside from the way he said my name. After a minute of being in complete shock I finally closed my mouth and began on my response. "W-What? I-I didn't- I- How did you find o-out?" I asked with a stutter that Harry usually possessed. "They told me when I was being questioned." Harry answered with a smirk on his face.

         I hid my face in my hands once he finished his sentence. This is so embarrassing. I was caught calling Harry my boyfriend, when he was indeed not. I felt Harry's strong hands grasp onto my wrists as he pulled my hands away from my face. He made intense eye contact with me as he placed delicate kisses to the tips of my fingers. He continued to trap my wrists in his hands so that all I could do was watch and be memorized by the sight of Harry doing such things. 

        He gently dropped my wrists and grabbed onto my hips as he pulled me slightly closer to him. He begins placing kisses to each of my cheeks. Each of his plump pink lips leaving heavy wet kisses to the hot flesh of my cheek. Harry's lips travel up to my eyes as they flutter close and he places feather light kisses to my eye lashes, so soft and so delicate that you would think I was made of glass, with the way he was treating me. I stay quiet and let him do whatever it is Harry has planned, I've never seen him so confident, and I love it.

        Harry's lips drag over my cheek as he reaches the corner of my mouth. His lips linger there as I grow impatient for his kiss. My hands find his neck and my fingers immediately begin tracing the tattoos there as I pull him in closer to me. Our lips are now aligned and so close, he begins leaning in. I close my eyes and pucker my lips, preparing for Harry's kiss. My lips make contact with skin, I whip my eyes open to see that I had kissed Harry's neck and his mouth was next to me ear as he breathily whispered to me. "So am I?"

       I was confused at first, until I remembered what I had said on the phone earlier today. I grin at my own realization and pull away from Harry's body. I look deeply into Harry's captivating emerald eyes. "Yes." I whispered to him with a smile creeping onto my face. Harry's face breaks out into a wide grin and pulls me into his body as he places a gentle kiss to my lips. I knew that Harry would be really happy about this moment, he had been waiting for it a lot longer than I had been.

       As Harry and I pull apart I tangle our fingers together and lead him to our bedroom. Once in the bedroom, I then lead him into the bathroom that's attached to the bedroom. I have Harry hop up onto the sink counter as I begin my search for the first aid kit. Once it's found I stand in-between Harry's legs and start on fixing him up. I feel like I've done this millions of times. I place a quick peck to Harry's damaged lips after each injury I fix up, to sum it up... there were lots of kisses.

       I finish cleaning up a bruised spot on Harry's arm and kiss him. Harry lets out a giggle as we pull apart and then just grabs my face and pulls me into him for a long sloppy kiss that gives me tingles and butterflies to erupt throughout me. We pull apart after quite awhile and giggle at Harry's action. In no time I'm all done cleaning up what his father had done to him. Harry and I go back into the bedroom and begin getting ready for bed after a very long and eventful day. 

       I slip on a big shirt and decide to just wear my underwear to bed as Harry just strips off to his boxers. Harry and I wordlessly crawl into bed with a smile on our faces. I cuddle up to his body as he leans over and grabs his sketch pad and pencil. He opens to a blank page and begins sketching. Harry did this sometimes, I guess it helps him sleep, but I didn't mind. I liked watching him sketch, that helped me get to sleep. 

         Harry continued to draw and as he kept going I could start to tell what it was and as he was close to finishing I could tell who it was. He was drawing us. We were standing in front of each other, our foreheads together and our hands intertwined as we stared deeply into each others eyes. The drawing was truly beautiful. I watched Harry's concentrated face as he held me in his arms and sketched us at the same time. Once Harry had finished it I quickly kissed his cheek. "I love it, Harry." I whispered genuinely to him. 

         He tilted his head down so that he could look at me and smiled. He placed two of his fingers under my chin and tilted my head up so that his lips could reach mine. We pulled away and snuggled into one another after he put the sketch book and pencil away. Once I get comfortable and find that Harry is too I place a kiss to his bare shoulder. "Goodnight boyfriend." I whispered to him with a large smile on my face. Harry's giggles rang through my ears. "Goodnight girlfriend." Harry whispered back slowly as he tightened his grip around me. 

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Thank you for reading! I hope you liked this chapter and are liking the story! Vote and comment if you want! :)

Also, if anyone is looking for something stupid and funny to read, me and my cousin wrote a one direction fan fiction on her account, we co-wrote it. If you wanted to check it out. It's kind of crappy, poorly written, but it's funny and quirky if you wanted to check it out. I write for the character Mickey's chapters. It's called 'Get it Right' and it's on her account and that's @kaseyjean5 here's the link if you want it :)

http://www.wattpad.com/story/9761425-get-it-right-one-direction-fan-fiction

-Jena xoxo