Yellow || hs au

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My new classes aren't as stressful as I thought that they would be, sometimes moving into the new semester is stressful, but everything is the same. I'm still shit at English. I sigh out into my silent apartment, my tv playing The Office on mute.

A wide smile spreads across my lips when I see the painting that holds Harry and I's hand prints placed neatly on one of my shelves. I shake my head with a grin, realizing that the painting is quite ugly but it's special to me. Incredibly special.

I haven't seen Harry in a couple of days, he's been busier than usual like I knew he would be. I know he's juggling his new classes and the relapse which is a lot, I just hope he's doing okay. I've been avoiding texting him because I don't want to be annoying or clingy, especially when he's busy.

I sigh and quickly close my laptop, deciding that if I'm ever going to get any work done at all, the café is the best place to do it. So I grab my bag and push my sketch book and laptop inside before finding one of Harry's hoodies I've acquired, and head to the café.

It's already almost three in the afternoon and then sun will be gone before I know it. Friday's are my days off but they're not for Harry. I sigh, realizing that I'm thinking about him too much.

The snow is melted and now ugly brown colors of slush gathered in piles all over that splash my ankles every time I accidentally step in one. The cars driving past all splash up the nasty slush as well making me cringe as I disappear into the warm café.

The café is practically empty except one other person, leaving me to find my usual table. Josie isn't behind the counter, so I decide against getting a latte, she knows how I like them.

I pull my headphones out of my bag along with my sketchbook deciding to do something that doesn't stress me out like English does. I dig around in the pencil bag until I find a fine point sharpie, finding an empty page to doodle on without anything specific in mind.

I notice a body fill the seat before me causing me to tug my headphones out of my ears, Jessie sitting across from me with his usual smile. I grin and push the cap of my sharpie back on.

"Look who it is, miss artist." Jessie laughs, his fingers tapping the edge of my sketch book. I smile and shrug my shoulders, leaning forward against the table with my hands between my thighs. "Alone again." He observes teasingly.

"Haha." I laugh sarcastically, Jessie smiling as he spins my sketch book around so he can get a better look. "What, are you stalking me?" I ask, Jessie glancing up with a raised eyebrows causing me to laugh.

"Can I keep looking?" He asks causing me to nod, watching as a he flips through the pages. I sit silently, watching his facial expressions change every page. "I didn't realize you were that good at drawing, Clover." Jessie speaks, looking up to meet my eyes.

"Takes a lot of practice." I mumble with a small shrug. Jessie continues looking trough the pieces before he stops at one of my unfinished sketches. "I didn't like that very much." I tell him.

"My dad is the owner of Berry Campbell, and he's always looking for new artists, I could give him your number." Jessie speaks, my lips parting at his words. His father owns one of the biggest art galleries in New York. "You know, so you guys could meet." He explains.