𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝑶𝒂𝒌✔️

IV. Mess

"It's butterfly in Spanish," he started as he cleared his throat. "My muse for this picture, she represented a butterfly because she was life. She represented change and hope. When everything was going wrong and dark you could just... you could look at her and you can see everything brightening. She was life," he finished. "However, it's up to you what you see," he added on before leaving the small group who seemed to be in slight shock.

He went outside and lit a cigarette and drank his coffee and during these moments he loved it because his mind was clear and coffees and cigarettes went together so well.

And he didn't really have to think about his paintings and sketches.

Or the fact that he could lose Cam.

His mind was a bit hazy but he loved it nonetheless as he could say that he felt a bit numb.

Because Coffee and cigarettes went together and that's what seemed to matter.

"I thought you hated the smell of cigarettes," he heard a voice say and he opened his eyes that were closed for a few seconds to see Cam and he's never smiled wider.

"What?" He asked.

"Remember I'd have a smoke every once in awhile with a cup of coffee and you'd hate it but I always told you it was the perfect combination," she said smiling as she walked towards him.

"I remember," he said nodding his head. "You were right. It is."

"Why are you smoking, Harry?" She asked because although she had nothing against it, it wasn't like him to do it and he never really drank coffee as he was more a tea person.

But he needed something to numb him for a minute.

"It makes me a bit hazy," he said slowly. "I like it. You did it."

"I did," she agreed. "But only when I was stressed." She took the cigarette and crushed with her foot and looked up at him. "When I left I wanted you to take up on my good habits not my bad ones," she said with a small laugh.

And he smirked. "Ouch Cam, too soon."

"Sorry."

Silence.

And it was weird silence because now Cam was thinking about how this was the first time she smiled with him in awhile and not while she was in pain and mourning inside.

She actually smiled.

And Harry couldn't help but think the same.

"So what are you doing here?" He asked her, finishing up his coffee.

"I wanted to see your art. If that's okay with you of course," she nervously spoke avoiding his piercing green eyes.

"Yeah um of course." And although he didn't show it, he couldn't help but feel constant flutters and the hard thud of his heartbeat. He was nervous because he knew she seen some of his art but she didn't know that pretty much his whole gallery was inspired by her.

She was always his muse after all.

Even after she left.

And they walked side by side like they used to do when they were younger but now they don't really have their smiles and they're not hand in hand and they didn't look in love even though they secretly were.

Because they weren't Cam and Harry

Neither were they Cam

And

Harry

They were just Cam and just Harry and they didn't really love their art anymore but they did love each other.