Dedication made to an utterly sweet girl! I'm forever thankful for her lovely and heartwarming words!
~He was heaven really, like a fancy painting; An unique and expensive piece of art.~
Stilettos clinking on tile flooring, sneakers moving lazily over the colorful, conceived placed tiles. Every little tile, placed in just the unique way that was needed to turn the earlier boring grey floor into a colorful swirl of varieties of different shapes and outstanding colors. -He had created it all, once again his art had been spread out on what for him was his canvas; Some square meters of boring floor, was now turned into a happy, special and slightly mesmerizing piece of art.
He was an artist, not one of the most usual you'd say, but he was still an artist, and that to say the least. He placed tiles on floors, walls, furniture; Whatever really. Whatever that pleased him, and whatever that gave him something for all the time and effort he put in his projects, well; Then frankly, he was happy.
He was no student, didn't have any job, no real education really; But with a talent clear as ice, all you need is will. And Harry had lots of will. Lots of strength and determination to become a beloved artist, he was lucky.
-He was lucky he could make a living out of his biggest interest, although it was tight with money at times; He made it go round, especially with one certain person around him. And that one perfect person is just quite the start to where this artsy, messy story all began.
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Swirls of Colors ~ A Larry Stylinson Story
Ficção Adolescente~He was heaven really, like a fancy painting; An unique and expensive piece of art.~ Harry is an artist, a very unusual one to be exact. He makes creations using small, small tiles in every color and shape you could ever imagine. He's locked in his...
