harry

Art was a sense of freedom in my mind, it was a sweet taste in my mouth and fresh air in my lungs. A paintbrush between my fingers was the only thing in this world that fully made sense to me, even when I was a child it felt better to draw those scary monsters on tv, rather than fear them in my slumber. I was convinced art change the world, and I wanted to lead it straight into that beautiful destruction one day.

I rushed through the familiar halls of college with a faint breath pushing from my lungs, the walls seemed to be caving in on me as I picked up my pace down the narrow hall. My bag was slung over my shoulder so when I entered the art studio, it fell down to my hand with ease and I quickly found my spot at the back.

My eyes nervously looked around, hoping no one would notice I was late.

I finally settled in my seat, my head rises with the widening of my eyes and I almost chocked on the air around me when I inhaled sharply.

I wasn't aware models were being used this week, let alone naked ones. I brushed away a few strands of my hair to gain a better look, it was a sun kissed girl with auburn hair and delightful eyes. She had a certain odd familiarity about her, with the way she looked around the room and her pink lips pursed together as she posed, completely bare for a room full of artists. I admired her courage, and the rawness of her womanhood that she displayed with such confidence.

I quickly grab my bag and bury my hand in to gather my sketch tools, the small pencil case reaches my grasps and I eagerly pull it out.

I made sure to analyse each movement in her skin, the freckles constellated against the rose gold of her skin, and the dip in her waist that reminded me of mountains in the forest.

Since starting college, it was the first time I'd been intrigued and inspired inside this art studio–I wasted no time in relishing in this new muse.

I spent the hour we were provided with sketching the unknown girl, overwhelmed with an intense need to capture the raw beauty of her. I made sure to outline the structure of her jaw and thighs perfectly, creating a universe on the page that was a soft and beautiful woman. I made sure to target her core with elegance, capturing the fullness of her femininity with empowerment. She bloomed between her legs like rose petals in the sun, her expression perfect and alluring to all those in this room and by the end of the hour, I was extremely pleased with the outcome of my sketch.

I watched her as she wrapped a sheet around her body, smiling with ease to our art teacher and letting her blonde hair fall over her golden eyes. I pack up my art supplies in a rush, almost tripping over my stool before pushing past a few people. Her eyes almost instantly landed on mine, I smiled and she reciprocated the gesture with a certain knowing.

"Hi," I lean forward, letting my hand reach out to shake hers. "I just wanted to say thanks for getting up in front of all of us, it's extremely helpful to an artist but I'm sure it was quite daunting for you."

She shakes my hand and a look shoots across her features, taking her plump lip between her teeth before replying. "Yeah of course, but you're welcome."

"I'm Harry by the way."

"I'm Amber," her eyes look over mine before a wide smile forms to her lips. "Nice to meet you Harry."

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Lunch arrived rather quickly and I found myself sitting with Richard in the cafeteria, he was going over his notes while I ate a sandwich–eyeing a certain muse I met this morning as she sipped her coffee. I take a mouthful over my lips, concentrating on the way her plump lips moved over the cup she drank from.

Richard finally lets his eyes fall on me, and I rip my concentration from the girl across the room. He sighs as the notebook lowers from his hands, a certain tired glaze over his mocha eyes.

"College fucking sucks," he comments before grabbing his fork and digging into the pasta on his plate.

"It's not so bad." I reply, letting my eyes gaze back to that auburn haired girl.

Richard continues to eat his pasta, unaware of my infatuated stares. It wasn't that I found her sexually attractive, those desires were left with Lola and that blue soul she let overtake me so long ago. No, I was more interested in the angles of her hips and the curve of her lips to be displayed on a canvas, not for passionate desire, but merely as a painting muse to lift my art to newer grounds. Her sun kissed skin was glowing rose gold with the casting shadow of her hair, pink lips and perfect teeth left me wondering if she'd been painted before.

She was new to my complicated mind, a raw appetite to paint the indents of her body made me feel slightly guilty. But I couldn't suppress the artist inside me for my love of a blue eyed girl, I was hungry to devour the art world with my own touch and she was going to help me do that.

I look to Richard, his eyes stuck into the pages of his notebook once again. "Rich, can I ask you something?"

He lets his eyes fall on me. "Of course."

"If I have a desire to paint some other girl, is that wrong?" Richard almost laughs when I ask my question, he knew me so well before I was involved with Lola and I needed validation as she was the first girl I have ever truly loved in a romantic way.

And I was afraid I wouldn't know how to do that properly.

"If you have a sexual attraction to this other girl, then yes," Richard replies. "But if it's solely for art, then I'd say no."

I nod. "I met this girl in class this morning, we had to sketch her–nude..." I explained to Richard, so perhaps I could get a better perspective of the situation. My mind was always too caught up in the art of life, instead of the rules of it all. "And something just hit me, she was great to sketch and when I was finished, I had this intense need to paint her."

"You're an artist, styles," Richard interjects. "A damn passionate one too, it's pretty normal for those desires to come about."

"So you think it's okay?"

Richard shrugs. "Sure, it's not like you're going to bang her." His chuckle echoes through the area and I feel my eyes frown as his eyes crinkle from amusement. "Who is this girl anyway?"

"I only got her name; Amber."

Richards face falls. "Amber Newton?"

I shrug. "I never got her last name."

Richards eyes remain wide, his body twists in the chair he sat in and with two swift movements of his neck, he spotted her. He points to the auburn haired girl, urging me to answer quickly before I nod a nonchalant yes to my friend. His mouth falls open. I find myself puzzled at his excitement and astonishment.

"That's Amber Newton, her mother is basically the next fucking Angelina Jolie." Richards stunned expression make me laugh out loud, causing a few eyes to look at us both. "You're in dude."

"Excuse me?" I laugh.

"She's a model." Richard exclaims. "You've found the perfect muse to paint, if you sell that, you'll get good money simply for just displaying her last name."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Richard nods vigorously. "I'd go for it dude."

My eyes fall back to Amber, her hazel eyes and glowing complexion made my bones ache to create an image so perfect of the sculpture of her body. She stood to her feet, a few in awe eyes follow her as she exits the cafeteria and I find myself in that group as well. I felt so guilty pursuing a woman for my own artistic needs, but I thought the process out and decided to just go for it. What harm could come from it?

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Told you drama will be setting in soon ;) stay tuned for some extra WHAT!! drama in the future chapters.

Thanks to everyone for reading! I love you all so damn much.

-A