Blue Dot

Gallery II + Phone Call

A longer chapter this time.

"Please, this thing is just a piece of shit, you can make this at home and show to others, causing them to assume it is from this guy. These man's work is common and monotonous. I'm deeply sorry, nevertheless the finest thing about this exhibition was your face when I said all that crap." She chortled loudly making him curse since a larger number of people glanced at them.

Did the girl not know how to conduct herself? That particular question was all that lingered in the boy's mind. "Can you do me a favor and cease your laughter? Everyone is looking at us." He pleaded sheepishly at her, however, she proceeded to snicker, thankfully for him, it wasn't as noisy as it previously was. She rolled her eyes at him before starting to talk again.

"You don't seem like someone who cares about what others think. And I know you agree with me when I say that this event needs something to make it amusing."

"You don't know me girl" He spit out the words, even though he agreed with her. Usually, being rough would offend or hurt the other person, however, she only nodded and grinned at him. He didn't comprehend anything about that dazzling girl, he never met a more infuriating and unpredictable person in his entire life, at least it what he thought at that moment. The fact that she was unpredictable disturbed him to no end owing to the fact he was always outstanding in knowing what others would do. Hence she was remarkably different for him and she possessed something about her he had never observed in another person before. His point was verified when she smiled again and extend her hand for him to shake. "I'm Gaia, nice to meet you".

"I go by Harry, Harry Styles" He shook her hand and he gave her a timid grin. He had never felt such shock overcome his body like it did when her velvety skin touched his delicately for that one handshake. It felt like his blood pumped fiercely through his veins, although they didn't notice that their heart beat at the same frequency since they had met eyes for the first time.

After their brief contact that in his view was too swift, she gracefully turned her attention towards the painting in front of them, while he kept his concentration on her. He perceived that she would tilt her head a lightly to the right and after some time to the left. He realized she was attempting to comprehend the artwork and it appeared like she wasn't being successful in view of the fact that her tranquil expression was shifting into a troubled one.

"What are you doing?" She questioned turning her head to him and looking straight into his remarkable hazel green eyes. He got tense all of the sudden, he could say he was staring at her but that would be embarrassing, therefore he just shrugs his shoulders not answering her question what she didn't really seem to mind.

She slowly walked to the next painting and he trailed after her. She was glancing at the painting and he at her. After a while, she stopped feeling uncomfortable by his stare and both became content because of it.

"Do you understand this piece?" Harry pointed at the painting in front of them when she gazed back at him suddenly. It was a quirky painting in his opinion, it had a sizable amount of women in it, at least it was what he picked up from it. They were all naked and their faces were odd in his mind without many details. However, he didn't get what the painting was supposed to "say".

"Yeah, this one I understand." She paused to look at it again. "It's about hookers, the painter wanted other people to see they are charming and hard working women. I think it is inspiring, even though I prefer works of art like The Birth of Venus, I think this one is exquisite".

"So, he made this painting and from that, you understood all the things you told me? In my opinion, they are just bunch of doodles that the guy decided to paint." He was puzzled and that simple fact made her snicker a bit.

"You understand almost all of it from the name Les Demoiselles d'Avignon (that's the only piece I know what it means). And I said it was exquisite because if it was me I would paint something I find engrossing and appealing."

"That's why you came to bother me." Now it was her time to be confused. "You like to talk to people that think differently from you." She grinned because for the little while they were together he figured out a small thing about her and even though they didn't know each other that meant the world to her.

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(I never know what thing to insert to divide different moments of the chapter)

The night was wintry, due to the beginning of Winter. In spite of that she opted to walk home, she had a fondness for the gelid season. She had always been convinced that the chilly air was invigorating, it caused her to feel free for some undetermined reason and she longed to feel that particular state.

That night had a serene silence to it what prompt her to contemplate over the man that minutes ago was beaming sweetly at her, such remembrance provoked a small grin to grown on her lips.

For at least fifteen minutes she sauntered and reflected about that compelling man. Her thought only halted about that specific topic when she spotted her outmoded building. She has been in love with her tiny flat since she first stepped in there, it was homely and ideal for one person.

Its location being fairly close to the gallery, which engendered her walk to be short-lived. It being situated in that area had been one of the reasons she chose to reside there. Something that was in that gallery belong to her.

Previous to entering the building she disposed of her cigarette after inhaling one last time. She leisurely made her way to the stairs, she lived in the third floor, thus it wasn't so draining to take them. She briskly got to her floor and smoothly strolled to the end of the hallway, arriving at the 312, her apartment.

She made her way to the second floor after locking the door. Once she got there she commenced to unclothe herself and then she stepped in front of the mirror to examine her reflection.

She sighed, she used to love herself, she always felt her physique was appealing and even beautiful, she learned to think like that since she was a young girl. However, currently she loathed her reflection, she detested everything about her figure. Her body only had subtle changes since her teenage years, she still possessed the same curves, tattoos and beauty marks. Nevertheless, now she was covered in cicatrices, which only served to remind her of what occurred in her past.

Breaking out of her musing she picked up a t-shirt, his t-shirt to be precise. That one shirt that held so much significance and above all her entire heart. It was the only thing of his she kept out of the boxes, which were scattered all over her apartment.

Prior to her doing anything else her phone started to rang. Even though it was quite late she had an idea to whom might be calling and she couldn't stop the grin that creeped into her face because of it. She felt secure when he called, his voice soothed all her worries and she lived for those split seconds were life seemed to be tolerable.

She picked her phone from the nightstand and pressed the acceptance bottom. The message, which she was accustomed to, began to play.

"You have a collect call from HMP Pentonville from Liam Payne to accept this call press 1."

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