Art.

One.

HARRYS POV

As I walked into the gallery I was greeted by my friends and some paparazzi. I walked past and casually smiled as my friends walked behind. Every corner I turned was "Harry! Harry! What's your next piece Harry?!" I'm a famous tattoo artist/ artist after the break. Everyone wants to know things that I don't know the answer to.
I don't know when we're going to get back together as one direction.
I don't know what my next piece is.
I don't know what's going on with Zayn.
I just don't know.
I'm trying to get to an art museum to take my mind off things. But they won't leave me alone. I see a cab coming round the corner and I quickly wave my hand out so I could get away from everyone.
Luckily, the cab pulled over.
"Where you going?" He asked me
"The art museum. It's right round that corner"
"Can't you walk that far?" He said looking in the mirror squinting his eyes at me.
"No" I said looking around me
"Why?" All of a sudden a huddle of flashing lights of cameras came around the car. "Oh" he said and started driving through them as fast as he could.
"You're that guy off that band aren't you?"
I looked down into my lap. Ugh.
"Ha, yeah" I said trying not to sound obnoxious.
"My daughters loved you guys" he said smiling at me.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. They cried for about a week when you guys went on a "break"" he said using air quotations and emphasising the "break".
"Oh. I'm very sorry."
"No, no. They like that Zayn kid now" he said smiling.
Zayn.
"Any ways. We're here now" he parked up next to the huge white building with glass doors and tones of people crowing around to try and get in.
"Thanks. How much is it?" I asked getting my wallet out.
"$1.56" he held his hand out and I gave him $2.
"Keep the change" I said getting out the cab and walking up to the doors.
Once again another crowd of cameras shouting questions and shouting my name. I seen a man in a suit who was waving his hand at me to walk in the doors.
I walked through the crowd and up to the man with the suit. "Mr Styles. I'm sorry" he said opening a door for me. I walked through into the beautiful crisp white reception area. "It's quite alright" I say getting my phone out and looking around. "Mr Styles?" The man in the suit asked again. "Yes?"
"You're causing quite a disturbance here in New York" he said placing his hands behind his back.
"Is that a compliment?" I ask nervously laughing.
"Yes Mr Styles. We would like you to create a piece of art so we could display it here." He said walking up to me.
"Oh wow. Uhm sure?" I said putting my phone away.
"Thank you Mr Styles" he put his hand in front of me and I shook it. "My name is Mike. I am the director of this gallery. I decide what art goes in here and what artists bring art here."
Mike was a very tall guy. He had long hair and did not look professional even with that suit on. His hair was slightly curly at the bottom and straight at the top. He had black vans on and had a very common American accent.
"So, if you come to my office after you've had a look around. We'll discuss what's going to happen. Yes?" He said smiling. "Yes. And please call me Harry." I say smiling back.
"Okay. Harry. I'll see you soon" he walked off into an office type looking room.
After a couple of minutes looking round I see an amazing picture. It's not in the gallery. It was her. Her short brown hair covered a side of her face and shimmered in the bright setting of the lighting in this place. I walked up to the piece she was looking at. It was a painting of a woman with very strange eyes that looked almost too big for her head. I seen her staring at me out of the corner of my eye.
"It's Styles isn't it?" She asked turning to face me.
"Yes. And you are?" I asked still staring at the woman with the oversized eyes.
"Morgan. Lucy" she said turning back at the painting.
"So, Lucy. What's this painting?" I asked facing her.
"It's a painting of a woman with very big eyes styles" she said looking at me and smiling.
"Call me Harry please" I said moving closer to her.
"No, no. Everyone calls you Harry or some nickname. I doubt that someone's going to be calling you styles, styles" she said walking off to the next piece.

"Okay. You like to be unique do you?" I ask following her.
"Yes. I do" she turned to me and moved her hair to show her eyes. A bright green colour with dark brown eyebrows and winged eyeliner. "Excuse me?" I said still staring into her eyes.
"Yes?" She said staring back.
"I hope you don't mind me saying but you are the most beautiful piece of artwork in this gallery" I said smiling.