Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

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"Stay still,"I laughed as I continued to put gentle strokes on the page. Harry sighed dramatically and returned to his original position that he had earlier. He had his usual smirk on his face along with his glimmering eyes as he stared at me attempting to be as still as he could. "You better not be drawing me as a stick figure,"he said. "I'm not!"I protested. Harry laughed and fixed his hair before he stood still once more.

I had been trying to draw Harry for the past hour, and I had to admit that it looked pretty good. I mean, I didn't get a scholarship for the arts for nothing, right? Anyway, it was really hard since Harry likes to flinch and give me a hard time every now and again. I would have to constantly get onto him and even give him dirty looks so that he would stay still. However, Harry being the guy he was, he would purposely change positions and would wiggle his eyebrows up and down just to irritate me.

You may be wondering why I was drawing him in the first place. Well, it started right when we got to his house. He asked me if I had any special talents, so I replied with the usual. Music, art, drama, etc. He didn't believe that I was that great of an artist since he knows nobody, (besides Zayn), with artistic talent. So we made a bet saying that if I did a great job of doing a picture of him, he would have to owe me five bucks and he would have to do anything that I wanted him to do. So there I was in my chair having to draw a restless Harry fidgeting here and there.

"How much longer?" he complained. "Done,"I said smiling. "Lemme see." I turned around the pad of paper and his eyes widened at the drawing I had composed. His fingertips brushed the surface of the paper and he smirked in awe. "This actually isn't too shabby,"he said with a slight hint of humor in his tone. "Thanks,"I said. "No, this is really good. W-where did you learn to draw like this?"he asked. "My mom,"I replied. He nodded and took the pad of paper giving the picture a closer look.

He sighed and placed the drawing on the table taking out his wallet. He counted up five dollars and handed them to me giving me a humorous look. "Now what do you want me to do for you, Babe?"he asked. I thought for a minute and hummed trying to rack my brain for any ideas. I smiled at him and handed him the five dollars. "I want you to take this back. I was just seeing if you would believe me,"I said. "Flo, I knew right from the start that you were going to be a good artist. I'm not going to take the money back."

"Take it."

"No."

"Take it."

"No."

"Harry Edward Styles if you don't take the money back then I will-" "What would you do, Baby?"he asked seductively. He brushed a piece of hair out of my eyes and behind my ear making goosebumps form on my skin. My breathing started to become uneven as his eyes were staring into mine. I could see the little flecks of different shades of green in his eyes as his eyes became a lively, bright green making me swoon mentally in my mind over him. "I-I don't know,"I whispered. A smile, seductive smile, appeared on his lips as he placed the five, one dollar bills in my pocket sewn onto my flannel shirt.

"Now I'm going to ask again,"he started,"what do you want me to do for you?" I breathed in deeply as he backed away and sat in his original seat not taking his eyes off of me. "Tell me about your past,"I said blantantly. His eyes widened slightly and he immediately looked away from my gaze. He bit his lip as he thought for a minute and frowned. He closed his eyes while he ran a hand through his hair and shook his head getting up from his seat.

"Harry, I'm sorry,"I said following him. He went into a bedroom and closed the door behind him so I couldn't get in. "Harry-" "Why do you want to know?"he interuppted me. I paused for a minute and continued,"We.. We're sort of together aren't we? I-I just thought-" "You don't need to know anything!"he boomed making me shutter slightly. I pressed my hand on the wooden door and looked down at my bare feet. "Maybe it's better to talk about it?"