The Art Student (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter 23:

Harry's POV:

        My breathing was irregular, my hands shaky and my heart was beating so fast I thought that it just may stop. I was nervous. I was so nervous in this moment. Her parents are coming over and then we're all going out to dinner in less than an hour and all that was running through my head was that they'd hate me. They will certainly think that their daughter could do better than me, and they would be right. But, if they were to think that then I'm sure they could corrupt her mind and make her realize what she seems to have not noticed all along- that she's too good for me. It's selfish of me really to know of this and yet continue to date her and let her be with me, I suppose if I truly loved her I would leave her be and let her find someone that actually deserves her, but I can't. She's the only thing in this world that's mine as of now and I'm not letting her go.

        Graduation is coming rather quickly, so quickly it makes my school years seem like they happened over night, which certainly is not true. I suffered at school for long agonizing hours, day after day so yeah I'm excited to be getting the hell out of there. The best part about graduating though is that once we graduate me and her are going to be starting our new lives together. I know we're awfully young to be living together but like I said she's all I got. Once we graduate she's going to start University and I'll start looking for a job close to her school, because that's where she wants to move to. Then it's just me and her, no more of my father or Bruce, no one else, just us and no more drama.

        "Calm down. This isn't a big deal, you'll be fine." She tried to calm my nerves once again. I don't believe her. She's just saying that to make me feel better. I ignore her and continue to run around the flat fixing anything that needed it in sight and cleaning everything, everywhere. I wanted everything to be perfect. I wouldn't want her parents to think that once I moved in I destroyed her place or made it messy, I wanted this to be as close to perfect as it could be.

          I run over to the mirror on the wall and analyze my appearance once more, unsatisfied with it but in no way can I fix it without owning anything different from exactly what I'm wearing. I ruffled my curls up under my hands and tried styling them some way but it was no use. My finger tips swiped just under my eye trying to unsmudge my dark eyeliner. I tugged on the sleeves of my black tee shirt  wishing it could extend just a little so that more of my tattoos would be covered, not that it mattered I could only completely cover my tattoos if I wore a turtle neck and gloves. Well, she told me to be myself  so I'll try although that scares the crap out of me, I'll try for her.

           "How do I look?" I ask her as I notice her reflection in the corner of the mirror. I turn around and tug at my tight skinny jeans wondering if they're appropriate. "You look great, I promise. You really don't need to worry." She assured me once more. I still don't believe her but grab her hips and pull her over to me and place a kiss to her soft lips anyway. "You look beautiful." I whisper to her softly. Just then we hear a knock at the front door and I immediately freeze in my spot in her arms. My breathing picks up again and I think I may have a panic attack. Two full lips kissing my cheek break me out of my nervous state.

            She instantly calms me down. Her hand slips into my own and I lightly squeeze it feeling better from her actions then I did from her words. She was my rock and I guess I forgot that we were doing this together and not alone. We go to the door to answer it and she gives me one more reassuring smile before opening the door. Nervous waves crash over my body but her hand interlocked with mine keep me sane.

             I stay silent as she greets her parents in the doorway of my new home. Once she pulls away from her father she is immediately back by my side providing me with all the comfort I need. "Harry this is my mother, Jane and my father Peter and this is my boyfriend, Harry." She introduced us. Jane and Peter shake my hand while giving me strange looks, I could tell they were judging me on my appearance, especially Peter.

             "You didn't tell us you had a boyfriend. We thought you were still dating Bruce?" Peter asked his daughter with judgment and confusion in his eyes, wondering what had happened to Bruce and her. "I told you that I was living with someone Dad and that's Harry. I'm not dating Bruce anymore, I'm dating Harry." She speaks to her father sternly and I have an overwhelming feeling that he had liked Bruce with his daughter, and I can only imagine what he's feeling towards me right now.

             "Well it is certainly nice to meet you Harry." Jane speaks to me with a weak smile on her face sensing the tension in the air. "You too." I nervously spit out, those words being the first I've ever spoke to my girlfriends parents. Any of my girlfriends parents because this would be my first relationship ever. Man, I want them to like me. I realize that I'm not the ideal man for their daughter but I would never hurt her and I'll only ever treat her with respect, doesn't that count for anything?

Her POV:

        I notice my mother eyeing one of Harry's pictures that's hung on the wall. It was a drawing of me and it was quite good, but all of his are good, it was one of the ones he had made before I met him. "That drawing is breath-taking sweetheart. Who did it?" My mother asked me as she pointed to the picture I had noticed her eyeing only seconds before. "Harry. He drew that. He's an unbelievable artist." I informed her.I could tell she was shocked as she eyed the picture once more and then gave Harry a quick look over.

       "You're truly talented Harry. Truly talented, and I don't just go around saying that." She said to Harry, and she meant that, my mother wasn't the type of woman to go around handing out compliments. She made strong eye contact with Harry as she spoke to him and I could tell he was tensing up. Not only was he bad at excepting compliments but he was just generally nervous to be talking to my parents. I don't blame him, they're rather intimidating. I may have lied to him when I told him he had nothing to worry about.

         My parents are set in their ways and rough around the edges but I don't doubt that he'll win them over in no time. When I was dating Bruce they were so happy because he was the "perfect" and "typical" boyfriend for me, but I hated it. I loathed my relationship with him, and I resented how fake him and my parents acted around each other. I know though that once my parents realize how happy Harry makes me and that what Harry and I have is real they'll understand. I know that they will come around to him and fall in love with his personality. No doubt, it will take time, but eventually.

           The four of us then leave the flat to go to dinner and I can tell that my father is being extraordinarily weird about Harry and I just hope that he doesn't say anything to him or me at dinner. I hope this evening goes smoothly. I'm not naive I know that my father hates tattoos, piercings and make-up, he still can't stand when I wear it, I can only imagine what he's thinking about Harry. I quickly grab onto Harry's hand and make sure not to let go. I know that holding his hand is the only thing keeping him sane right now.

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