SAY SOMETHING
Chapter 3
*Flashback*
"Annie, you're never going to believe what just happened." Harry breathed, his emerald eyes wide and his cheeks rosy.
I closed the distance between us so that we stood only centimeters apart. "What Harry? What?" I smiled, my heart beginning to race.
"Annie." He breathed, his voice cracking a little as tears rimmed his eyes.
"Harry, you're killing me! Just tell me!"
"You know that guy that Liam was talking to after the gig tonight?" He asked and I nodded, my heart starting to race even faster as I rested my hands on his chest. I could feel his heart pounding wildly under his shirt and I was quickly absorbing the heat that was radiating off of him in waves. "Annie," he breathed again, "Annie, he was a talent scout. Someone had recommended us to him so he came to check us out." His voice cracked as a tear of joy fell from his eye.
"Oh my God." I whispered and I removed one of my hands from his chest and it went immediately to my mouth.
"Annie, he's signing One Direction to a recording contract and we'll be working with Syco Records." He whispered and it was my turn for my eyes to expand. I felt like my heart was swelling with pride. Oh Harry. "Annie, we're going to record an album. Annie... Annie this is really happening." He finished and his mouth grew into the wild grin that I had fallen for as more tears escaped his eyes.
"Harry!" I squealed and threw my arms around his neck. He buried his face in my neck and I ran my fingers through the curls on the back of his head. "Oh Harry. Baby." I whispered as I let my tears fall.
"Annie, I can't believe this is happening." He mumbled into my hair.
"Don't pinch me. I don't want to wake up."
“Do you know anything else? Do the rest of the guys know?” I asked as I leaned away from him so I could search his excited emerald stare, but I kept my hands on the back of his neck and he kept his arms resting on my hipbones with his fingers knotted behind my back.
“The talent scout is calling us each individually. He almost had to pay Liam not to spill the news to us.” He laughed and I replied by pressing my lips against his. I smiled against his mouth as the conversation that had just taken place replayed in my mind. I smiled even larger as the familiar taste of artificial cherry seeped between my lips and countless memories flooded back into my mind.
I slid my hands down his chest and fisted his shirt in my hands as he slid his hands up my back giving me chills. His one hand slid back down my back and remained on my bottom as his other hand weaved through my curls. A question danced on the tip of my tongue, but the kiss that Harry and I were sharing held too much passion and love in it to break apart just now. Instead I pulled his shirt to get him even closer to me.
“I—love—you.” I mumbled between kisses and his lips became sloppier and less choreographed as they traveled down my neck. “Wait Harry.” I gulped for breath and looked into his intense emerald stare. “When do you guys start?”
He smiled, “Next week. We start laying tracks next week.”
*End of Flashback*
He was my everything and I was his. What changed? What could have possibly changed?
I stuffed another potato chip in my mouth and licked my salty fingers as I stumbled down the stairs to my studio. I flicked the light on and grabbed an apron off of the hook near the door as I shuffled to a blank canvas in my slippers. I grabbed a few paintbrushes, a cup or water, and some paint.
I dipped my brush into the water and then the paint before I finally laid my brush on the canvas. This is the portion of my creative process that I can't really describe. My mind wanders to my inspiration and then I just let my hand do whatever it wants.
An hour or so passed and I looked at the masterpiece that I had just created. I took a deep breath through my nose and I roughly shoved my paintbrushes under running water to clean them out. I looked back at the painting I had just done and rolled my eyes. Of course that's what I just painted... Of course it is.
I woke up the next morning and stumbled down the stairs to my studio. I grabbed my now dried painting off of its stand and brought it down to the gallery.
As I was finishing wiping down the front counter Carlton walked in with a few things in her hands: her purse, her sunglasses, and a magazine.
She skipped up to the counter and threw the contents onto marble surface. "Annie!" She squealed but I was too preoccupied by the cover of her magazine. "Annie." She said with a bit more edge.
"Hm?"
She glanced down at the magazine and lifted her head with a devilish smile. "I see you're a Directioner huh?" She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Uh what?" I asked though I knew exactly what she was talking about.
"A Directioner? You know... A One Direction fan?" She raised both of her eyebrows at me now.
"Oh! Oh nah. I mean they're music is okay but--"
"Okay?! Annie... Clearly you haven’t had a chance to listen to music lately. One Direction is like," she held up her hands as she tried to describe what they were to though I already knew, "AMAZING."
"Mhm." I said trying to find a way to change the subject.
"And this one!" She pointed directly at him and I felt myself flinch when I looked into the piercing emerald gaze that had claimed my heart. "Harry Styles is a GOD." She said, her eyes growing large.
"I—I mean you can't be sure—“
"Oh but I AM! Harry is the sweetest, gentle, and humble person in the entire world." Carlton said holding both of her hands to her heart as she stared up at nothing.
"Hardly." I mumbled as I threw away the paper towel that I had wiped the counter with.
"Did you say something?" Carlton snapped back to reality.
"No." I lied.
"Oh and NIALL—“
"—Okay we're changing the subject. How was your date last night?" I asked as I started walking toward the back room.
"OH! It was WONDERFUL!! He's a keeper. I've decided..." Carlton said with glee.
She continued talking but I wasn't listening. I rested my hands on the edge of the sink and stared at my reflection as my complexion slowly became more and more pale. Sweat gathered on my upper lip as I bent my head again. "Why do you still do this to me?" I whispered to myself.
"Hey Annie did you just do this?!" Carlton called from the main room. I walked back out of the room and saw her admiring the painting I had done yesterday.
"Uh yeah." I chuckled as I felt my cheeks flush.
She looked at me mischievously and held up her magazine as she gestured to the painting. "I knew you were a Directioner."
"Excuse me?" I laughed.
"Oh c'mon. These are Harry's eyes and you know it." She laughed.
"They are not! I just paint what comes to mind" I lied as I stared at the painting. Yes they were his eyes I just didn't want to admit it. I'd spent a year and a half admiring them so painting them was no issue. They were a hazel green color with gold flecks scattered sporadically around the pupil. "Let it go Carlton!" I called as I turned back around to walk into the back room again. I swore I was going to be sick, but there was no way I was going to let Carlton see me like that.
"Annie, you're never going to believe what just happened." Harry breathed, his emerald eyes wide and his cheeks rosy.
I closed the distance between us so that we stood only centimeters apart. "What Harry? What?" I smiled, my heart beginning to race.
"Annie." He breathed, his voice cracking a little as tears rimmed his eyes.
"Harry, you're killing me! Just tell me!"
"You know that guy that Liam was talking to after the gig tonight?" He asked and I nodded, my heart starting to race even faster as I rested my hands on his chest. I could feel his heart pounding wildly under his shirt and I was quickly absorbing the heat that was radiating off of him in waves. "Annie," he breathed again, "Annie, he was a talent scout. Someone had recommended us to him so he came to check us out." His voice cracked as a tear of joy fell from his eye.
"Oh my God." I whispered and I removed one of my hands from his chest and it went immediately to my mouth.
"Annie, he's signing One Direction to a recording contract and we'll be working with Syco Records." He whispered and it was my turn for my eyes to expand. I felt like my heart was swelling with pride. Oh Harry. "Annie, we're going to record an album. Annie... Annie this is really happening." He finished and his mouth grew into the wild grin that I had fallen for as more tears escaped his eyes.
"Harry!" I squealed and threw my arms around his neck. He buried his face in my neck and I ran my fingers through the curls on the back of his head. "Oh Harry. Baby." I whispered as I let my tears fall.
"Annie, I can't believe this is happening." He mumbled into my hair.
"Don't pinch me. I don't want to wake up."
“Do you know anything else? Do the rest of the guys know?” I asked as I leaned away from him so I could search his excited emerald stare, but I kept my hands on the back of his neck and he kept his arms resting on my hipbones with his fingers knotted behind my back.
“The talent scout is calling us each individually. He almost had to pay Liam not to spill the news to us.” He laughed and I replied by pressing my lips against his. I smiled against his mouth as the conversation that had just taken place replayed in my mind. I smiled even larger as the familiar taste of artificial cherry seeped between my lips and countless memories flooded back into my mind.
I slid my hands down his chest and fisted his shirt in my hands as he slid his hands up my back giving me chills. His one hand slid back down my back and remained on my bottom as his other hand weaved through my curls. A question danced on the tip of my tongue, but the kiss that Harry and I were sharing held too much passion and love in it to break apart just now. Instead I pulled his shirt to get him even closer to me.
“I—love—you.” I mumbled between kisses and his lips became sloppier and less choreographed as they traveled down my neck. “Wait Harry.” I gulped for breath and looked into his intense emerald stare. “When do you guys start?”
He smiled, “Next week. We start laying tracks next week.”
*End of Flashback*
He was my everything and I was his. What changed? What could have possibly changed?
I stuffed another potato chip in my mouth and licked my salty fingers as I stumbled down the stairs to my studio. I flicked the light on and grabbed an apron off of the hook near the door as I shuffled to a blank canvas in my slippers. I grabbed a few paintbrushes, a cup or water, and some paint.
I dipped my brush into the water and then the paint before I finally laid my brush on the canvas. This is the portion of my creative process that I can't really describe. My mind wanders to my inspiration and then I just let my hand do whatever it wants.
An hour or so passed and I looked at the masterpiece that I had just created. I took a deep breath through my nose and I roughly shoved my paintbrushes under running water to clean them out. I looked back at the painting I had just done and rolled my eyes. Of course that's what I just painted... Of course it is.
I woke up the next morning and stumbled down the stairs to my studio. I grabbed my now dried painting off of its stand and brought it down to the gallery.
As I was finishing wiping down the front counter Carlton walked in with a few things in her hands: her purse, her sunglasses, and a magazine.
She skipped up to the counter and threw the contents onto marble surface. "Annie!" She squealed but I was too preoccupied by the cover of her magazine. "Annie." She said with a bit more edge.
"Hm?"
She glanced down at the magazine and lifted her head with a devilish smile. "I see you're a Directioner huh?" She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Uh what?" I asked though I knew exactly what she was talking about.
"A Directioner? You know... A One Direction fan?" She raised both of her eyebrows at me now.
"Oh! Oh nah. I mean they're music is okay but--"
"Okay?! Annie... Clearly you haven’t had a chance to listen to music lately. One Direction is like," she held up her hands as she tried to describe what they were to though I already knew, "AMAZING."
"Mhm." I said trying to find a way to change the subject.
"And this one!" She pointed directly at him and I felt myself flinch when I looked into the piercing emerald gaze that had claimed my heart. "Harry Styles is a GOD." She said, her eyes growing large.
"I—I mean you can't be sure—“
"Oh but I AM! Harry is the sweetest, gentle, and humble person in the entire world." Carlton said holding both of her hands to her heart as she stared up at nothing.
"Hardly." I mumbled as I threw away the paper towel that I had wiped the counter with.
"Did you say something?" Carlton snapped back to reality.
"No." I lied.
"Oh and NIALL—“
"—Okay we're changing the subject. How was your date last night?" I asked as I started walking toward the back room.
"OH! It was WONDERFUL!! He's a keeper. I've decided..." Carlton said with glee.
She continued talking but I wasn't listening. I rested my hands on the edge of the sink and stared at my reflection as my complexion slowly became more and more pale. Sweat gathered on my upper lip as I bent my head again. "Why do you still do this to me?" I whispered to myself.
"Hey Annie did you just do this?!" Carlton called from the main room. I walked back out of the room and saw her admiring the painting I had done yesterday.
"Uh yeah." I chuckled as I felt my cheeks flush.
She looked at me mischievously and held up her magazine as she gestured to the painting. "I knew you were a Directioner."
"Excuse me?" I laughed.
"Oh c'mon. These are Harry's eyes and you know it." She laughed.
"They are not! I just paint what comes to mind" I lied as I stared at the painting. Yes they were his eyes I just didn't want to admit it. I'd spent a year and a half admiring them so painting them was no issue. They were a hazel green color with gold flecks scattered sporadically around the pupil. "Let it go Carlton!" I called as I turned back around to walk into the back room again. I swore I was going to be sick, but there was no way I was going to let Carlton see me like that.
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