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I looked at the eyes staring at me through the page, their iris was of a faint olive green. It wasn't quite the exact same one, but it would've worked just fine anyway.

I sighed and glanced out of the window, it was raining outside, in contrast with the sun that had shone just the day before. I looked at the drawing again. The shirt was of a light pink, some of the shadows already down, some more yet to, a pale representation of the beautiful one he had worn. I gave it a harsh glance in disappointment.

I took the camera and turned it on, wanting to check the original picture. As I was about to check the first one I had taken to delete it my finger ghosted over the wrong button, pressing it before I could realise what I was doing.

"Fuck" I hissed as the picture disappeared from the screen, my heart dropping. "No no no." I turned the camera off and on again, just to discover that it was indeed gone. I put it down on the desk, staring at the light coloured wood. "This can't be happening" I whispered to myself.

The drawing was due for the day after, and the only picture that would've allowed me to complete it was gone. I couldn't have shaded the shirt by memory, especially because of how shiny I remembered it to be, so I had to find another way to get it done.

I took my phone as I got an idea, but put it back on the desk as soon as I realised that I didn't have Harry's number. Besides, calling him to ask him to come back just a day after without having asked him beforehand seemed just weird. I quietly weighed my pros and cons. Asking Harry to come to mine just like that would've been weird, and it could've set back any progress we had made - if we had made any at all. But on the other hand, I had already disappointed my teacher once, not even a month had passed since then, and I wasn't planning on doing it again the next day. I sighed, already knowing which one was more important.

"How do I get Harry back here?" I murmured to myself. I didn't have his phone number, which meant I couldn't call him. It also meant that I had to find someone who did have his phone number. The only problem was that I hadn't talked to anyone in his circle of friends, and I was pretty sure he hadn't given it to anyone else.

My eye fell on the drawing in the corner of my desk, immediately recognising the blue and purple shades. Harry hadn't even wanted to see it. Niall had liked it. Niall. I had talked to Niall, and he surely had Harry's phone number. But I didn't have his.

"Fuck" I hissed again. Maybe Niall had given his out to more people, though. I honestly had no idea. But I knew someone that probably did know if there was a way to contact him. I took my phone again, and wrote a text to Ella, sending it and hoping she was close to her phone.

To Ella: Do you have Niall's phone number by any chance?

The reply came not too long after.

From Ella: i don't, why

To Ella: I need to ask him something

From Ella: like what? just ask him on twitter if it's that important

To Ella: I don't have a twitter account

From Ella: i do. i'll send your number, just hope he'll actually read. you owe me one btw

To Ella: Thanks

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My phone rang about an hour later, at three o'clock. I picked it up, seeing that an unknown number was calling.

"Hello?" I said, accepting the call and hoping that it was indeed Niall.

"Artistic girl is that you?" Niall.

"That's me."

"Good. Someone on twitter said you wanted to talk to me? Here I am."

"Yes" I said. "I was wondering if you had Harry's phone number?"

He cleared his throat. "I have it, not that sure he'd want me to give it to you. Is there something else I can do?"

"Uh, can you ask him if he can come here then?" I asked him.

"That I can do. Hold on, I'll text him right now." There was some shuffling on the other end of the phone, and then silence.

"Niall? Are you still here?" I asked when about a minute had gone by in complete silence. "Niall?" I asked again when nobody replied, checking if the call was still going. It was. "Are you here?"

I heard a weird sound. "Yeah. Was waiting for him to reply. He says he won't."

I sighed. "Can you tell him that's really important?"

"Sure hang on." He replied, going silent again. "Sorry" he said thirty seconds after, "he still said no."

"Okay, thanks anyway." I felt a rush of disappointment wash through me, even though I knew Harry wasn't to blame for that. I knew how he was, I should've taken more than one picture.

"Sorry" Niall said again, ending the call.

I put down my phone sighing. I was officially screwed. I left the drawing there and went back to my room, knowing that it was absolutely impossible for me to finish it on my own.

I lay down on the bed, thinking of what I would've had to tell my teacher the day after. It was a disaster.

I took a book off my nightstand, deciding to just read instead. Read to forget, or something like that.

After about half an hour, I heard the doorbell ring. Confused, I stood up and put my book down, exiting the bedroom and going downstairs. Whoever it was, they had rung the doorbell only once, making me wonder if they had left in the meantime. However, when I opened the door, it was clear to me that they hadn't left at all.

"Harry?" I said questioningly, holding the door open so that he could walk inside. "I thought you didn't want to come."

As always, he said nothing, so I just made my way upstairs, knowing that he would've followed me - and he did.

I opened the door of the studio and I rushed to my desk, turning around the two drawings of him that were there so that the back of the sheet was on top. I pulled the chair backwards to invite him to put his jacket there and I moved the white armchair to the middle of the room, turning around to look at him when I was done.

He left his dark jacket on the chair and made his way to the centre of the room, sitting down.

I smiled as I saw that he had put the pink shirt on again, this time the bow as loose as I had tied it, the shirt open enough to reveal just a bit of the birds on his chest.

I surpassed him to get the drawing before going back to standing in front of him. "Can you put your leg a little bit forward?" I asked him, and he did. "That's too much. Less forward."

He gave me a harsh glance, and I sighed.

"I'll just touch you instead, or else this thing will be impossible. I hope you don't mind." I kneeled in front of him, moving his ankle in the right position. I stood up again and retreated a bit to see if he was in the same position of the drawing. I took a step forward and put my index under his chin, lifting it gently. "That's perfect, don't move" I said, taking a couple pictures with the camera, just in case. I took the chair, careful not to touch the dark fabric that was accurately draped over it, and I put it next to the stool, that was still in front of him on the other side of the room, putting all the coloured pencils and tools I was planning to use on it. "I've never really drawn something from reality. Not from a picture, I mean" I shared. "So I'm sorry if it's awkward."

I didn't say anything else, and a heavy silence filled the room for some minutes, that Harry spent staring at the floor.

I was tracing the dark line of the tattoos on his chest when he spoke, for the first time since he had come inside.

"Do you want to have sex with me?"

The pencil fell out of my hand and onto the floor, breaking its tip. "What?" I hissed.

He looked up at me. "You asked Niall to tell me to come here even though I've been here just yesterday, you insisted I came without further notice. I see how you look at me most of the time. So is that what you want?"

I gave him a shocked look. "What?"

"If you're thinking of a way to seduce me... it won't work. Might as well be clear with what you want" he added easily, as if the topic of the conversation wasn't fazing him at all.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I closed it again, not really knowing what in the world was going on. "I don't want to have sex with you" I said. "I deleted the picture by mistake and the drawing is due tomorrow. That's why you're here."

"Okay" he simply replied, tilting his head again so that he was in the same position I had put him in some minutes ago.

I keep staring at him, an appalled look on my face, not believing that was the most he'd ever said to me at once. "I'm gonna get a glass of water" I said standing up and putting the drawing on the stool. "Do you want something to drink?" I asked him out of courtesy, but he said nothing.

I left the room in disbelief, rushing down the stairs to get to the kitchen. "What the fuck" I whispered to myself, leaning against the counter. There was no way that something like that had really just happened.

I glanced at the clock of the kitchen, noticing that it was already half past four. I didn't have much time to complete the drawing. I breathed out, realising that I had to go back if I wanted to finish it at all.

When I came back into the studio Harry was in the exact same position I had left him in. I scurried back to the stool and picked up the drawing, colouring it in the fastest and most accurate way possible, not speaking a word to Harry.

"Okay" I said after a while, "I'm done. You can go." I took all the pencils and put them back on the desk, giving him a side glance. I took the two drawings I had made of him and put them into my binder, that I had taken out of a drawer on the other side of the room.

He stood up and put on his jacket, moving some steps towards me. "Can I see it?" He asked, and I hesitantly opened the binder, showing him the drawing.

He looked at it for a couple of seconds, before turning around and leaving the room.

"Harry" I called him from the top of the stairs when he was about to exit from the front door, and he turned around.

"Thank you for coming."

He looked down for a second, before opening the door and leaving my house.

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