Bonnie Stone is a small town girl who was raised on a farm- with nothing to her name but "preachers daughter."
Harry Styles is a local rising artist who is the lead singer in a band "Unholy Fleet." He can get anything he wants coming and going with...
Bonnie P.O.V I felt like I had gotten maybe two hours of sleep. My feet are dragging behind as I walk to class.
This morning June and Niall were already gone by the time I had gotten up. Which I was fine with since June texted me he had walked her back to her dorm.
I had worn a simple outfit to class. I cut up my white skirt to be shorter since the grandma look wasn't what I wanted to do anymore.... I think.
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I walk to art101 and I am anxious to see Harry because of what had happened last night.
When I walk into class it is full. I find an empty seat in the back- where no one could notice me. I get my sketch book and pencil pouch out to be ready. I arrived early because it's the first day.
I scan the room and still no sign of Harry. I started to worry that maybe he never even woke up for class since he was at my place so late.
The professor arrives and goes over the syllabus and how attendance doesn't matter to him. I couldn't even focus on the lecture because Harry was still no one where in sight. I finally spot the boy, sneaking into the row I was seated in. He sits a few seats away from me with some girls.
Of course.
The professor instructs us to partner up and sketch anything that's on our mind. I look around and notice everyone is partnering up. My social anxiety doesn't allow me to go mingle with new people so I just open my sketch book and start doing it alone.
I peak around and see Harry just leaning back laughing at whatever those girls had to say. I see they are doing the work for him... he really gets whatever he wants.
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I open up my sketch book and grab a red and then a blue pencil. I start drawing whatever my mind is telling me. I felt inspired, that feeling where your body can't seem to stop like it's running on some sort of forbidden drug that's exciting and dangerous.
I finally drop the pencils and look down at what I had done. Just the boy who's drug back in forth of passion and anger. The boy was Harry.
