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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