Your POV
Once we had made it to the art gallery Serena told me she had to meet her professor at the photography section but would catch up with me. I had decided to continue to explore the exhibit in the mean time because I knew that even though Serena was going to have to do the same thing I didn't think there was any harm in just skimming the place right. I would just simply walk around with Serena again to go back and look at the paintings a second time. The only sound was the soft flowing music to help set the mood of the paintings and the clicking of my boots. Again I skimmed the paintings, the colors and the weird abstract shapes made me not want to look away. That was until I came up to a painting that was blue, but not just one color of blue. It was amazing, the different shades of blue that seeped into my soul and warmed it. I had no idea what enticed me to this painting but I had a hard time looking away at it or even blinking.
"Breath taking isn't it", a deep voice said from behind me.
"It is. These shades of blue is absolutely mesmerizing", I breathed and took a step closer to it.
"Why?", the person asked continuing the conversation he started.
"The blues captivate your eyes and make you not want to look away. This was probably one of the most pleasant times in this mans life. He makes you feel light and relaxed as you look at this", I said fighting the urge to reach out and touch it.
"Nice analysts. You an art student", the person continued to ask questions.
"No I'm not", I nearly lost my breath once I faced him.
It was him, I couldn't forget those glorious green eyes and they were even more captivating up close. He was truly beautiful, his long curly brown hair that reached his shoulders. They were hidden under a black fedora hat. He wore a red plaid flannel, white shirt, black jeans, and a brown boots. I could see the litter of tattoos on his forearms peeking out, made me wonder how many more he had. He's haunted my dreams and now I've got him right in front of me.
"What are you studying then", he asked with a dazzling smile.
"Teacher", I answered him back.
"Interesting", he cocked his head to the side.
"You", I asked back.
"I'm studying art, like paintings and sketching. Tad photography", he shrugged.
"Nice. Where do you go to school", I asked.
"Pratt Institute", he smiled.
"Very nice", I tried not to make an ass out of myself.
"Harry!!!", someone yelled at the beautiful boy in front of me.
"I'm coming", he yelled at a girl. A wave of disappointment waved through me when I saw the beautiful blonde, probably his girlfriend.
"As you know I'm Harry. What's your name", he smiled causing dimples to pop out.
"Y/n", I said shyly.
"Well Y/n lovely to meet you. If you want, there's a party going on at my apartment not too far from here on Saturday. You should come", he smiled pulling out a pen from his pocket and writing his address on my palm.
He didn't give me a chance to answer, he only write his address and left with the huffy blonde. I stood in my spot frozen after my encounter with the beautiful boy that had taken over my thoughts and dreams. Holy shit.
