Masterpiece {h.s}

19. Bad Feeling & Nervousness

I'm updating from my phone, I'm sorry for the typos xx.

Fridays are usually the longest day of the week. That is because you know you're almost done for the week and because you get two days away from school. Most people my age have plans on Fridays, like night outs or dates. I had never been one of those people. My Fridays were usually pretty dull, I would stay at home, watch a movie, read or paint. But today was different, I was going on a date, with none other than Harry, and to be completely honest, I was scared. I know myself and I know that the past week had been too good to be true, something was bond to happen and I've had a bad feeling all day that I couldn't get rid of.

It reflected in my work, because today I had a free class. Basically it's free time to paint, draw or do whatever art you want. I had settled on drawings because nothing else felt right and my page was covered in scribbles.

If it wasn't scribbles, it was body shots, eyes or faces vaguely similar to Harry. Again, there was no use in denying that he was all I could think about, it was in my drawing book.

I sat in front of Liam who was also drawing in his pad. We were sitting in a corner of the class, away from the noises caused by those who were talking together. If there was one thing that I liked about Liam, was that he respected my boundaries.

I was never really comfortable drawing when people would watch what I do. And Liam respected that; he never looked at what I was drawing without asking. I was thankful for it, especially now that I was drawing one of his friends.

"Are you liking school so far?" Liam asked me without lifting his head.

"Yeah, I guess."

"And New York?" he continued. He was trying to sound uninterested but I felt like he was looking for something.

"Loving it," I replied, keeping my answers short.

"Made new friends?"

"I haven't hung out with anyone else but you and Harry."

He stayed silent and we kept drawing. The silence was a little uncomfortable compared to two minutes ago. He wanted to know something, I could see him debate in his head if he should ask me.

"So you and Harry then?" he suddenly said. I lifted my head to look at him and he shyly looked up.

"What about it?" I asked with a raised brow.

"You two seem close."

"I guess."

He nodded and looked back at his drawing. I kept staring at him and saw the nervousness radiating off of him.

"What is it Liam?" I asked him. He sighed and looked back at me.

"You like him?"

"Why are you asking me this?"

"I just..." he paused for a second, looking for the right words. "Harry is my best friend and I don't want him to get hurt. He talks a lot about you and..."

"He talks a lot about me?" I interrupted him. He nodded. "What does he say?"

"He mostly tells me what you two do when you hang out and that he likes you."

I looked down at my drawing and smiled. Even if I already knew that Harry liked me, the fact that he would talk about me to his best friend was very flattering.

"Do you?" Liam asked again.

"A lot." I replied without looking up. "I don't want to hurt him either Liam."

And that stressed me out. Because I somehow knew that it was inevitable, that at some point I would do something wrong that would hurt him and it was the last thing I wanted.