Styles, the Artist

Styles, the Artist

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Gabby is 19 and studies art at university, herself and her art class went on a field trip to the art gallery to get some inspiration for their final piece which determines what grade she gets at the end of the year. Whilst at the gallery a couple pieces of realistic looking portraits catch her eye, they look like photographs. As she is looking at the paintings, she meets a man called Harry, who is also 19 and he just so happens to be the artist who created these paintings. Gabby needs help on developing her skills in art, as she tells Harry this, he asks her if she would like him to teach her all she needs to know. Gabby agrees to the deal and she can see a great friendship beginning to blossom. Harry helps Gabby talk and feel okay towards her past and what had happened and Gabby helps Harry through a very hard patch he has just hit in his life. It seems like they are both made for each other. DISCLAIMER : This story has nothing to do with the real Harry Styles, I just decided to use his appearance for the story.
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My heart was beating and adrenaline was running through my body at a thousand miles per second. My hand wrapped around the door knob, but then I was pulled back painfully by my arm. I was whipped around and was face to face with a pissed off Louis. "Where do you think you're going, love?" He asked, and I gulped at how dark his voice sounded. The sane part of me was absolutley terrified of it, and I didn't like it, but the part of me that thought Louis was incredible was so turned on by his dark side. "Answer the question." He said as he squeezed my wrist tighter, and I winced a bit, but I didn't answer the question. "Were you trying to leave? Were you trying to run away from me?" He asked, and I felt his nails digging into my skin. I gave a small yelp of pain and then he was dragging me harshly by my arm down the hall again. He passed the room that I was staying in before and opened another door that was three doors down. He pushed me inside, and I couldn't see a thing. The room was completely dark. I began to breath faster because I've never been a big fan of the dark. I hated it. I didn't like what I couldn't see. I jumped as I felt a hand on my waist and my breath caught as I felt a surge of electricity run through me. I felt him pull me closer to him until my back was against his chest. His lips rubbed against my ear and he slowly whispered out "You can't leave, Harry. You're never gonna get away. I'm not gonna let you."

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