Twists & Turns (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Epilogue- Summer

Epilogue - Summer

Two years has past since I sent the letter to Harry. Almost three years since Harry and I broke up and Grandmama died. Well, I gave the letter to my father to give to him. Maybe he has moved on from me because I am no longer sure. I used to keep tabs on Harry when I had free time, but that wasn't anytime recently. I also made my father promise to give Harry the letter when he had a longer break so he could come find me or whatever his intentions are. "Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense," (Ralph Waldo Emerson). I haven't moved on, I have been focused in a different directions.

When I gave my father the letter and he walked away from me to catch his flight, I made it clear to myself that I would work on my dreams. The dreams of becoming an artist since I was a little girl. I graduated from Uni and started to go to college at Chelsea College of Arts which is one of the most prestigious art and design schools in the world. I couldn't believe it myself when I got accepted into such an illustrious school. This is my freshman and I was closer than ever to achieving my dreams.

Tonight, on this day, 1 December 2016, I will be achieving the dream. My art has won a few contests the past two years. A curator went to my art competition in June and asked me if I could paint something for the auction for Children with Cancer UK. I accepted the request without any thought because I always wanted to do something for charity. I wanted to do something different and get my name out there without my father's help.

The past couple of weeks, I have been thinking of what to paint. When I couldn't think of anything, I called Marie. "Hey, can you come over? I'm lacking ideas." I said. "Yea, I'll be there in a few." She said. I hung up my mobile and waited for her. Marie has been going to London College of Fashion. She applied to the school in August of her senior year and didn't expect to get into the school. When she came in December two years ago, she fell in love with the place. She was ecstatic when she found out that she got accepted. The fall of 2014, she moved in with me in my flat. She's now a junior at LCF and doing really well. She has been doing a huge project for one of her professors and she was one of the ten to be selected. It was a rough start for her at first, but she got the hang of things around here. Bobby and Marie broke up three years ago. Marie has been seeing someone and she's been happy as ever. After my contract was up, I was done with Uni and moved closer Chelsea, but Marie renewed her contract there.

Now, I live near Chelsea which is closer to my parents which is great. I moved in a place near there with the same landlord. The landlord owns many flats around universities in London for students with tight incomes. My parents pay for the rent while I pay for electric and every other accommodation in the flat. "Hey," I heard someone call. I walk into the living room finding Marie with the flat key I gave her to come in anytime she wanted and her supplies for her big project. "Can't think of anything?" She asked and I concurred. She started to search around the room until she founded the box of old photos. She pulled all the photos out and asked me about each one and I shook my head for each one.

She had only ten photos in her hand left and 30 minutes has gone by. I have 5 hours until the auction begins. My best pieces are always done at the last second. "How about this?" She said, handing me a photo that brought back so many memories so quickly. I remember the whole day of the very scene that I hold in my hand. "It's perfect." I said, hanging the picture near the canvas and began to paint. "I'm staying here so I can design your outfit tonight and to keep you on track," She said, as she continued to work.

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"It's lovely seeing you here again, Miss Claysworth." The curator, Phoebe said. I smiled and replied, "I agree. I'm so glad that you asked me to be here." I walked around the large room, observing other pieces that were done by other artists that are distinguished around London. "Your piece is so lovely." Phoebe mentioned, observing my piece. It was the picture from the vacation I took with Harry which our first date. We were on the hill and I took a picture of the view of the lake, cabin and the surrounding woods. "Thank you so much, Phoebe." She gave me a hug and said, "I have business to take care of, will you excuse me?" I nodded and she left me.