The Art Student (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter 22:

Harry's POV:

      I was applying my eyeliner in the bathroom as I stared at myself in the mirror. I noticed her enter the room from behind me as I viewed her through the mirror, my girlfriend. "Come on, come on Harry. We're going to be late for school." She hurried me along. I laughed at her adorable ways as I quickly finished making my eyes look dark. She was soon dragging me to her car and minutes later her car was driving in the direction of our school. I held her hand in the car, the whole way there. I've been feeling more confident with her.

       She skillfully drove on the roads of our city as I squeezed her tiny hand in my much larger one. "Harry? Um I just wanted to let you know that my parents will be coming over for dinner tomorrow night." She says uneasy. I feel my cheeks turn red and my palms sweat as nervous thoughts run through my mind. "It's not a big deal, Harry." She assures me, noticing my anxious behavior. "They already know I'm living with you." She tries to make my nervousness go away. I feel slightly better knowing that, but I'm still nervous.

          Her car soon pulls up to our school and parks in a space. We get out and grab our bags out of the car. I quickly find her on the other side of her vehicle and grab onto her hand with my own. I lead her to the front doors of our school, trying to walk slower because her legs are shorter than mine. Once we get into our school I notice Bruce looking at us. My jaw tightens at the uncertainty of what is going through his brain right now. Bruce just keeps walking down the hall as if he hadn't even noticed us and I sighed in relief.

         I looked down at my beautiful girlfriend and noticed her waving at one of her friends a ways down the hall. Her friend noticed her waving and gave my girl a dirty look before continuing her conversation with some other girl. Well that was rude. I tug on her arm and lead her in the direction of her locker, trying to distract her from what her friend had just done. Once we're stood in front of her locker she quickly opens it and places her things inside and grabs the things she needs from it before shutting it.

         We walk only a few feet until we're at my locker. I do just as she did and then grasp onto her hand again before leading her to our first class. I noticed the sad look on her face from what her "friend" did minutes ago. Without thinking I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her cheek before entering the art studio. We soon found our seats and got settled. "You know, we could always act like we're not dating... if you want." I offered knowing the exact reason her friend behaved the way she did. 

           I hesitantly looked at her face and she looked at me as if I were crazy. Her hands quickly grab onto my jaw and pull my face towards her. Her lips meet mine in a passionate kiss. Her soft lips move in sync with mine. The most beautiful sound is heard in the air as we pull away. "Never. I'm proud of our relationship. I would never pretend it didn't exist." She assured me. I only heard half of what she said, still feeling dizzy from the kiss, but I got the gist so I smiled and whispered to her. "Ok."

              Our conversation about stupid things filled the air as we drew and worked on our pieces of art. There was a brief silence between us but she soon filled it with a question I know she has been wanting to ask me. "Harry, what are your real feelings towards your fathers upcoming trial?" She asked in a delicate whisper. I was truly surprised such words left her mouth, but after a moment of being in shock I shook if off. "Honestly? I'm terrified." I whispered so quietly it was as if I hadn't said anything at all.

            "My fathers the last of my family and once he's in jail for good... I'm on my own. Despite all of the terrible things he's done to me and my mother, he's still my-" I try and say but choke on my words as a lump rises in my throat. My stutter appears once again as I try and get out the one word I thought I would never call him again. "H-He w-was still m-my D-Dad-d."

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