The Art Student (Punk Harry Styles)

Chapter 24:

Her POV:

        The four of us were being seated at a fancy restaurant, at my fathers request. We were ordering our drinks and Harry ordered water- what does this have to do with anything? Good point, let me tell you why I'm telling you this random detail. As the words- "I'll have a water." left my boyfriends mouth, my father immediately began mocking him for it. "What kind of a man orders water?" He asks Harry in-between laughs. I was so confused wondering how this makes sense in anyway. "Human?" I was quick to defend Harry as I grab onto his hand and hold it. 

         I gave my father a look with so much attitude, I might of well had said 'duh'. I glance over at Harry to see him blushing so I lean over and kiss his heated cheek knowing he needs it to relax and stop being so nervous. Harry grins and blushes more as my lips touch his skin and his hand squeezes mine. I hear my Dad making disapproving noises but I ignore him as I just pay attention to Harry and his needs. Soon, the tensions gone and my mothers questioning Harry about his art.

        "Well, how exactly did you two meet?" My mother asked us after asking Harry the many questions she had about his art. Harry and I look at each other and smile simultaneously, like those cheesy couples you see in movies. Harry and I then begin telling them our story, going back and forth telling parts. My father doesn't look interested in the story at all, and I notice but ignore him and keep telling it. Once we've finished telling it my Dad is quick to ask Harry a question. "So, what are you going to be doing once you graduate? That is if you're still in school." My father questions as he folds his arms on the table trying to intimidate Harry.

           "Stop." I simply said, fed up with him and his terrible behavior. "I'm going to be finding a job wherever I can when we move to her school." Harry explains shakily. My fathers face displays pure shock at this new found information that Harry is going with me, which I haven't told him. I smiled at him as he turned to face me. "Is this true?" He asked, praying it wasn't. "Yes." I confirmed as I nodded my head. "What did you expect? We are living together." I continue, wondering if he honestly thought Harry and I were just going to break up in a few weeks and I would never see him again.

              My father was visibly angry with my confirmation and choice of words. "What kind of job would you like Harry?" My mother quickly asked Harry, avoiding yelling or tension. "Well I'll do anything to support us, but if I could choose it would be something with art." Harry explained and answered her question as he moved his hands and spoke so passionately my heart swelled. "No doubt you can, you're amazing." I told him.

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             The check had just came to the table as we had finished our meals and extremely uncomfortable conversations. I grab my wallet and leave enough money for mine and Harry's meal. Of course this action doesn't go unnoticed by my father. "Oh so you're paying for him too?" My father questioned with judgment. "You don't know, so stop." I was quick to say, I didn't need to explain Harry's situation to him. "I don't need to. I know that he is just taking advantage of you." He spat at Harry and I, making Harry shrink behind me. Harry had enough problems with his confidence, he did not need this. 

              I laugh out loud before responding. "You don't know anything." I made sure to speak in just as harsh of a tone. "C'mon Harry, let's go." I whisper to him as I grab his hand and tug him towards the door. "But, we came in their car." Harry whispered to me as I tried storming out. "Then we'll take a cab!" I yelled feeling adrenaline from yelling at my father and storming out with my punk boyfriend. "It was nice to meet you!" Harry shouted to my parents as I continued dragging him out of the restaurant with me. He waved his hand at them, the one that wasn't held in mine and I frowned because Harry didn't deserve to be treated so poorly by my father. Harry is so kind to everyone he meets even the ones that are mean to him, he's still so nice to them. His father is a perfect example, I practically had to drag him out of that broken environment, he didn't want to go at first. I tug on Harry's hand again and yank him out of this dreaded restaurant.

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Thank you for reading if you did! Sorry this is kind of a short update. Hope you are enjoying the story and enjoyed this chapter! Vote and comment if you want! :)

-Jena xoxo