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He looked so adorable, so handsome. His dress pants were snug to his body, his dress shoes shiny. He had on a very proper dress shirt and jacket, no tie though, that wouldn't have been his style.
It had been two months since we left that graveyard, never to come back. Harry was still aching over the loss of his father, all over again. It was like the father he idolized, loved, had died all over again. He actually wrote a letter to his mom, unable to talk to her in person. He hadn't heard from her, but he did invite her to his big night tonight. Tonight was the gallery.
He didn't show me the piece, but I didn't mind. I would be proud of him no matter how he did. Our relationship... it was amazing. It was so wonderful; it was loving and affectionate, so happy and warm. I think I gave him that love he always wanted, and I knew he gave it to me.
"You look good," I smiled, holding his hand as we walked down the busy block to the gallery.
"You look beautiful," he brought my hand to his lips. I glanced down at my simple sky blue dress, and little white flats. "Thank you for having me do this."
"No problem. I'm proud of you, no matter what."
He had clear nervousness in his smile. He held the door open for me, and we stepped inside. "Wow," he breathed out. There were so many people, so many pieces.
"I want to see yours," I tugged on his arm with a smile.
"Harry Styles," a woman came over, with a clipboard. "Harry, right?"
'Here you are," she handed him a name tag that had the name of his piece underneath. It was titled, always. He pinned it on his jacket. "Have a great night, awards are announced in an hour or so."
He nodded and held my hand again. "Let's check out the competition?"
"It's okay of she doesn't come Harry, she might not be ready just yet."
He took a breath and nodded. I knew he was thinking of his mom. He gave my hand a squeeze, and we started looking at the amazing work. There were thirty five pieces or so. We started down a wall, seeing everything from pottery to abstract works.
"Wait," he said, looking over the heads of people to the far back wall, that's where everyone was crammed around. "This way," he pulled on my hand and brought me to the opposite wall. Everyone was staring at me. I didn't get why. We started looking down the other wall. "There is a lot of talent."
"So you should be proud, because you made it here." I smiled. 'Mrs. Hollas said there were five hundred entries, and you made it. You are just as talented." He smiled, kissed the top of my head and we kept roaming. "Where is your piece Harry?" I stamped my foot. "Come on,"
"Okay," he sighed. "Shut your eyes." I did as I was told, and he brought me through the crowd. He positioned me, his hands on my shoulders. He stepped behind me. "Open,"
I stared, in complete and utter shock. I felt my jaw drop, my eyes grow large. He was silent too for some time, I felt everyone staring at me. He stepped to the side. I could see him out of the corner of my eye.
"You hate it, don't you? I'm sorry, I couldn't... I didn't..." I shook my head. "Finley?" I shook my head. "Why aren't you talking?"
"I-I'm speechless. You took this photo?"
"It's not a photo Finley, it's a painting. I dabbled in hyperrealism. It's a style where you pay attention to detail and make it look real as possible. I've been working on it for weeks."
It was a massive canvas, taking up the whole back wall. It was of me, up close and personal. The whole canvas was my face, every single detail was there. Every strand of hair, every eyelash, every single indentation of my lips was there. I had such a warm smile, I was so happy looking.
"See, I started right when you asked me on a smaller scale, like the piece I did of you at the Grove. Then um, that night in the tent," I flashed to my first time. "This is the big smile you had when you looked at me when we finished, and I was holding you. The painting, is of you lying in my arms, which is why your hair is fanned out." His voice was so soft. "Are you mad? I mean, you said I could paint you but I don't think... I don't think you knew how big I'd go."
"I had no idea," I breathed out.
"Don't be mad."
"H-Harry this... is so beautiful, I love it. This is amazing, I can't... I can't believe you did this." I reached up and kissed him. "How did you remember my facial expression?"
"You just looked so happy. It was the first night I ever connected so well with a girl before, you were the first that mattered. I can't ever forget how you looked at me that night." I think I melted a bit. I hugged him tightly. "It's called always because... I always want us Finley." I opened my mouth to tell him how much I loved him when we heard a voice.
"Harry?" We both looked over our shoulders, and there she was. She was in an emerald green dress that looked a bit worn; her hair was in a bun. Harry's arms went a bit limp around me.
'Anne," he said, shocked. "I didn't think you'd come."
"Big night," she smiled nervously. "Hi," she looked at me.
'Hi," I stepped back. "I'm going to the bathroom; you go show her the pieces?"
"Sure," he nodded and stepped over to her, bringing her around. I smiled inside, she came. I knew she cared when she asked about the photo of what he looked like. I walked around and found a water, roaming. I watched him from afar, seeing him smile at her as he spoke of pieces. She touched his arm with a maternal expression and laughed. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face.
"He made it," I jumped at the sound of Mrs. Hollas voice. "Sorry,"
"No, no, sorry." I smiled. "I know, he did so amazing. I can't believe he made that."
"I can, he's been drawing you a lot lately. I knew you'd get him here."
"Everyone," I heard a voice call. "Can we have your attention?" I walked toward the voice with everyone else. I was across from Harry; he gave me a look, glancing at his mother. I smiled at him. "We have an immense amount of talent in this room. We wish we could recognize everyone. But we have one winner that will take home a wonderful scholarship paid for by anonym's artists who want to keep the arts alive. They were actually the judges tonight. It was a unanimous decision." I stared at Harry, watching him as he watched the speaker. "Tonight our winner of the four year scholarship to any art institution of their choosing, based on their piece for hyperrealism," my heart lifted, I broke out in a smile, seeing Harry's face pale in shock. "Harry Styles."
I let out a squeal, I couldn't help it. His eyes fell on me, speechless. Everyone applauded him. I clapped so loudly, Mrs. Hollas was in tears. Anne hugged him, surprised as well. He was waved to the front, presented with a certificate. They handed him the microphone.
"Um," he laughed. 'I didn't expect this, at all," he looked at the scholarship. "But I just want to thank my teacher, Karen Hollas who was always supportive and put up with all my crap." She smiled fondly at him. "I want to above all," he stared at me. "Thank my muse who inspired me to paint this piece, who was the unknowing model, who... never walked away." He smiled at me. "Thank you very much. Thank you to the artists, just... thank you." he shook his head in disbelief and walked over to me. He put his hands on the sides of my face, forcing eye contact as everyone clapped. But suddenly, it felt like it was just the two of us.
"I love you very much. How did you know I could do this?"
"You can do anything Harry."
He just stared in disbelief and shook his head. He pulled me up and kissed me. He wrapped his arms around me tightly. "My mom is moving nearby. She... she wants to try to be in my life."
"I'm happy for you."
He broke away and kissed my forehead, holding my hands now. He stared down at me then turned, looking at his mother who stared in wonder of the piece her son created.
"Mystery solved." I whispered.
"Locker closed." He smiled back.
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Locker 161 // au (Completed- Editing)Fanfiction
Can a dark mystery bring two people together, or will truth rip them apart? Finley Aims is a new student, she is a blank slate based on how she was raised in an isolated environment with her parents, who are bright research scientists. She tries to...