Art is risk. (H.S.)

Chapter 2

*picture of the coffee house aside*

The guy had dark brown, curly hair. His gorgeous green eyes stared down at me. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black, thight jeans that were ripped at his knees. His black shoes were clearly worn a lot.

He looked really hot.

"I'm sorry." I said once more, "I-"

He cut me of.

"Hey don't worry, it's okay." He said with a british accent and laughed a little.

Adorable.

My eyes went to the ground were my phone was lying with the screen down. I wanted to grab it but inked fingers were faster. The guy looked at the screen and said:

"Uhm it's... it's broken. I'm so sorry."

He turned the side of the screen to me and I gasped. The screen was completely cracked. 

"Oh, uhm it's okay though, I'll just buy a new one." I said and tried to smile. This was not okay. An iPhone is pretty expensive. Fuck.

I sighed.

"No, I'll buy you a new one, come on, there's an Apple store down the street." He smiled and grabbed my wrist, dragging me to the Apple store.

After a while, he let go of my wrist and asked,

"So, what's your name?" He started walking a little slower.

"Zara."

"That's a pretty name, nice to meet you, Zara."

I giggled a little and put my hands in the pockets of my black leather jacket.

"Thanks and nice to meet you too."

"So, you're british?"

"So are you, right?" I smiled.

"Redditch, Worcestershire." He said like he was going to tell something about the history.

"London." I said quietly, looking down. I didn't want to talk about home.

The guy noticed and mumbled,

"I'm sorry."

"So what's your name?" I asked, changing the subject like a sharp turn in the endless route 50.

"Harry Styles," he smiled "what are you doing here, in New York, if I may ask you?" He asked looking at me.

"Oh, I'm just making my dream reality." I looked back at him.

"And is your dream just living in New York City or are there other things?" he asked.

"There are a couple things though; I paint, I sing, I play guitar and piano, I draw and sketch and I write as well. But at the moment, I'm trying to focus on photography. It's hard but it will get better, I think." I sighed.

"Uhm wow, you do a lot." he scratched the back of his neck. "Where does it all come from?" he was so curious. Why did he care?

"Mom." I said quietly. It still hurts.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked, inspecting my face. His eyes stared in mine with a worried look.

I looked away from his green eyes and siad "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Alright then." he mumbled looking in front of him again.

It was quiet for a short minute. Harry seemed to notice that he had hit a sensitive subject and gave me some time to think. Wich I was glad for.