Canyon Moon | H.S.

Your Eyes Only (15)

The following morning my mind is in jumbles, and when the boys join Zayn and I for breakfast, I can tell Harry's is too. Despite me not wanting to ruin the moment, I think I must have.

Something's changed.

I fall quiet when I realise this, my stomach turning uncomfortably, and one glance at Louis tells me he's sensed something too. He keeps glancing at Harry, who has a strange look on his face like he's deep in thought.

I excuse myself fairly quickly after breakfast, ignoring the pit in my stomach and the memories of yesterday replaying in my mind, deciding to go and do another portrait to clear my head. It makes sense doesn't it, when your mind is a mess, to do something that helps you focus... gives you clarity.

The other paintings I've done of the boys are in the bottom of the wardrobe. I want them to be a surprise when I've finished them all. I grab another canvas and set up my easel.

I can't paint Harry right now, that would hardly clear my head. Plus, I don't even know how I'd paint him. I've seen so many different sides of him it gives me whiplash to think about.

I think for a moment and remember Liam's face when we went to Laser Quest, after we'd played our second game and we came bounding out of the area, straight for the scoreboard. Their team won the second round, and the look of pure joy on Liam's face was so sweet, it made losing totally worth it. Not that I would ever tell Louis that.

I use a brilliant forest green for the background, finding the colour best representative of Liam. I can feel myself relax as I work, his face slowly emerging from the canvas, the look of pure joy eternalised onto canvas.

It still staggers me when I think about how much these boys mean to me after such a short time of knowing them. The fact that I refer to them as my boys is evidence enough.

I wonder what will happen once they've finished their album? They'll go on to record it, and then tour, I guess, and my job will be over.

Huh. That's a thought that I don't like, and it makes my stomach clench uncomfortably. I've never thought of it before. Maybe they'll stay in touch? Or hire me as a tour maid or some ridiculous job title. I smile slightly at the thought.

I finish just before lunch, and feel a lot calmer as we eat. I think it's nice that the boys just kind of decided to always come and eat lunch in the kitchen. They could have easily just taken a plate and left. Their bond, even when living in each other's pockets, is really lovely.

Harry approaches me just as I finish clearing up after lunch, and I ignore the fluttering in my chest, focussing on my hands.

"Hey."

"Hey." I say softly.

He looks distracted, twisting one of the rings he wears.

"Will you join me in the studio for a bit?" He asks, and I stop what I'm doing, surprised.

"Me?"

"Yeah," he says with a small smile, "I want to run some stuff past you."

"Oh... okay." I say hesitantly, not really sure why he wants me to help him with that. "Sure."

It's the first time I've gone into the studio, or any studio at all for that matter. There's two sofas in the corner when you first walk in, as well as a table with a laptop facing a glass panel. Behind the glass there's another small room with guitars and a keyboard. This is only a small one, I have to remind myself.

We sit on the sofa and he puts his guitar on his knee, his brow furrowing slightly in thought.

He looks beautiful right now, sitting with the guitar on his knee. I can't believe I've never seen him play it before.