《Imagine Harris J》You feel insecure
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You were in your studio, painting away at a piece that you had been working on for a while. It had taken you weeks, allotting most of your time to this . Harris hadn’t seen it yet, and you wanted him to be surprised. You were incredibly proud as you signed the corner. Stepping back to look at it, you just smiled, it was one of your best pieces. You ran to the house to tell Harris, and to show him. He had been on the couch on his phone like usual, and you hadn’t even taken the time to wipe the paint off of your hands or take off your painter shirt. He had walked with you, a dopey smile on your face. You pushed open the door, putting your arms out in front of you. “Ta da!” You exclaimed. He studied it before turning to you. “It’s nice (Y/N), you did a good job.” He said, walking away. You felt like you were wilting inside. Weeks you had worked on this and all you got was a good. You sat down in the corner, defeated and staring at the canvas. You thought it was a little better then good, but then again, were you just being cocky? Maybe it really wasn’t that great. Maybe most of your art wasn’t that good, were people buying it just because you were Harris J’s girlfriend? You saw him walk back in, looking for you. “Babe, the guys want to come over and see it… where are you?” He said looking around the room for you. You finally saw you sitting there, immediately he dropped down beside you. “What’s wrong?” He asked, ghosting over you to see if you were hurt. You shook your head, “nothing, I’m fine, actually I’m good.” You said, wanting to throw his words back at him. He furrowed his eyebrows a bit, studying you. “Whats got you bothered?” He looked up at your painting and back at you. “Are you second guessing it? Its freaking gorgeous.” You looked at it and back at him. “Really?” You said, biting your lip. “Yeah, why would you doubt that? Its incredible, the depth and colours are just so well done.” He said. “I may not know a lot about art but babe, you’ve got talent.” It was if he was obvious to the fact of what he said earlier. “You said it was good earlier, and that was it.” You mumbled. His face softened. “Hey, I’m sorry. That was a stupid move, I was preoccupied with something else, record stuff. I’m sorry, its truly breathtaking though.” He said sitting beside you so he could face it. “Just like you, but nothing could ever compare to your beauty.” He said making you smile, any doubt forgotten.
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