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Four-Evangeline

My tongue peeks out of the corner of my lips as I squint, focusing on the image I'm sketching. My wrist aches from the constant movement of the charcoal pencil in my hand. My art professor urged me to draw something for the campus newspaper. I can't seem to come up with an idea, but the burning green eyes in my memory. I sweep my tongue over my drying lips and nibble on my lower mouth. The side of my hand is stained with black and smudges the clear edges of my paper.

The crunching of fallen foliage disturbs my thoughts and I snap my sketchbook closed in a knee-jerk reaction. I atomatically think of my father coming to scold me for drawing death. I turn around. My eyes land on a pleasent pair of angry green ones that make my stomach flip. I immediately think of the eyes I was sketching.

I push myself to my feet and tuck my sketch book into my messenger bag. My mind rapidly sifts through the assortment of names I have storedaway, trying to recall what Zayn called him. I can't remember and I drop the need to find his name. My lip is still pulled between my teeth, and his eyes are holding mine. I think I remember him walking away with Alice?

"Is there a reason you're still staring at me?" His voice is equally gorgeous, thick and raspy, a british accent laced behind his words. I stumble for something to say, my voice completely running away from me.

"I…um sorry." I drop my gaze to the maroon leaves. I feel like I've been caught doing something wrong. He snorts and continues walking. I look down at his shoes, rich black boots that stop at his ankle bone Tight black jeans that collect at the top of his boots, showing only a sliver of tanned skin. His shirt is a black v-neck, molding to the planes of muscle under his shirt. His tattoos echo off one another.

He was at the party. Alice was-is his side fuck? Henry? I shake my head. He walks with a cocky confidence. He lifts an arm to run his long fingers through his hair. I'm surrealy attracted to him in an utterly confusing way. He turns a corner and his frame disappears from my vision.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. My body shakes with shivers and I hug myself as I plop back down on the bench.

My phone rings in my pocket. I know I should answer it but my nerves to connect wih my brain. so I stare at the eyes I've drawn. I pick up my pencil and add to them what I saw today.

And then I remember.

Harry.

His name is Harry.

Notes

Yay update! Ik if its good let me know what you think!!!!!
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xoxoxo all the love
Catie Styles

Comments

@Harryimaginarybabe
Thanks you!!! The next chapter will be up by Saturday!!

Pleaseeeeee update! This story is WOW! *head explodes* is that my brain that landed on the screen??:)

Hey babies! Sorry its been a few days since my last update but Ive been so busy with the holiday. Chapter four will be up by monday!! Comment and Vote

xoxoxo all the love
Catie Styles

CatieStylesmitam CatieStylesmitam
11/29/15

@julietrainier7
Thank you so much! I'm so excited for this story!! (':

CatieStylesmitam CatieStylesmitam
11/22/15

Wow! This is a very good story! I can't wait for chapter two! Love love love it!

julietrainier7 julietrainier7
11/22/15