Strangest Type of Love (Harry Styles)

Chapter 26

“Harry, I don’t think we have to pay for tickets I mean this is my exhibit,” I told Harry as he walked unto the counter.

It was so weird hearing myself say that. It was all so surreal. My exhibit. This is my work. It was crazy.

“I don’t mind paying,” he said casually.

“Let’s just ask. You don’t need to spend any money on me if you don’t need to.”

He sighed and I smiled in victory. We still needed to talk to the lady at the counter, to tell her that I am here and I would like to look at my work.

“Um, hello. I am Sal Page and my work is up here and I was wondering if I could go see it?” I told the lady behind the desk.

“Um, let me check,” she said rudely before leaving and going through a door that said ‘Employees Only’.

“That was rude of her,” Harry said before pulling me close to him and brushing his nose against the side of my neck. Harry swept all my hair to one of my shoulders. He grazed his lips on my neck and kissed it lightly before trailing up to my ear and nibbling on the bottom. It wasn’t until then I realized that my eyes were closed.

“Harry! We’re in public,” I told him. He chuckled and removed his lips from my neck.

“I think we good today at school,” he commented as we waited.

“You’re a good little actor,” I replied leaning against his chest our faces inching closer.

“So were you, you even added in you signature eye roll,” Harry laughed.

 “I don’t roll my eyes that much,” I protested.

“Whatever you say…”

I pouted and Harry laughed again. Before kissing my nose lightly. I snapped my head to the side when I heard a door close. The rude lady has returned along with a older women in a pant suit.

“Ms. Page! We are so happy you are here tonight. I know you said you probably weren’t going to be able to come. I am Sarah Franks the director here. It’s so nice to meet you,” she said smiling over and offering her hand for me to shake it.

“Nice to meet you too,” I said shaking her hand. She looked over at Harry who was standing next to me.

“Oh, this is my… my… friend, my friend, Harry,” I lied. I kinda panicked. I know don’t know why I told her that Harry was my friend. It wasn’t like she could tell anyone that knew Harry and I, but I guess I just did. Harry sent me a confused glare and I shrugged.

 “Nice to meet you Harry,” she said shaking his hand.

"So if you follow me this way, I will take you to your exhibit. We set it up like you asked, but if there is any changes you would like to make, please tell me and they will be taken care of.”

“Oh ok, thank you,” I smiled as Harry trying to hold his hand, but he pulled it away.

“What?” I asked him confused.

“You said we’re friends, so we have to act like friends,” Harry whispered, he looked lightly hurt.

“I panicked. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine baby.”

“Here we are!” Mrs. Franks announced.

I looked around the room. The walls were writing hanging with my paintings. Some of the fancier ones had a glass case over them. Each had a black plaque with whit writing next to them that had my description on them.

“This is amazing,” I said in awed. I walked to each side of the room looking at each painting. It was amazing. It was incredible to see my work on display. Also the room was packed. So many people had showed up to see my paintings.

“Thank you so much for all of this. It’s more than I could ever imagine,” I babbled.

“Oh, Mrs. Page you are ever so welcome. I am so happy, you are happy,” she smiled, “Feel free to walk around here, and the rest of the museum.  If you need anything please ask.”

She left Harry and I alone to go as we please. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. I was overjoyed. Harry smiled at me.

“This is amazing Sal. You should be very proud of yourself,” Harry told me.

“Thank you so much. I’m literally so happy. This is a dream come true.”

Harry and I walked around the room looking at my art. He kept complementing it and telling me how wonderful each painting is. I didn’t see anyone from school here, which was disappointing, but also good because Harry and I are together. We also walked around the museum. Harry showed me his favorite pieces and what kind of art he liked. He was so happy. I loved to seem him this way when his face lit up and smile.

“And this one is my favorite. I love these colors and the way he paints in blobs. From close up you can see the 3D affect, but from far away it looks completely normal. Perspective is key,” he told me. I laughed about how happy he was.

“Isn’t this the style kind of  painting you did for the art show?” I asked.

“Yeah, you remember that?” He asked grinning.

“Of course I do.”

Harry bit his lip smiling. We walked around the rest of the night laughing and enjoy the art. We actually stayed until the museum closed. Harry took me back to his house instead of taking me home, which I didn’t mind. I wanted to spend more time with Harry, but I did warn him that I couldn’t stay because of my dad. He understood and promised to take me back soon. Harry’s phone rang right after we walked through the door.

“I’ll be right there,” harry said staying in the dining room as I walked into the kitchen. I nodded and continued through the kitchen and into the living room. I sat down on the couch and laid back, but jumped up when I heard Harry yell.

 “What?!” He yelled, into the phone I think.

 What was going on with him? I was a little concerned right now.

“Damn it, Fred how could you be so careless?!” Harry shouted again.

 Fred? From the auto care shop? What the hell is happening?

“Fuck, this is going to screw everything up. I’ll be there soon,” Harry snapped. I heard loud footsteps before seeing Harry appear in the doorway. He looked very angry. His muscles were flexed and his brows were furrowed.

“I’m taking you home, now,” Harry said rudely before walking out of the room expecting me to follow. Of course I did follow because I was very concerned about what was happening.

“What is happening? I asked Harry.

“Nothing, just something came up.”

Harry opened the door walking out as I followed him out. We got to his car before I spoke again.

“It didn’t seem like that. You seem very upset and angered. Harry, please tell me.”

“Its nothing.” He lied again getting in the car. He didn’t open the door of the car for me like he usually does.

“Whatever,” I sighed getting in. I was annoyed with Harry and frankly wanted to leave.

We drove back in silence. I had my arms crossed and Harry hand’s gripped the steering wheel tightly. Harry stopped the car in front of my house. I opened the door of the car ready to storm inside, but Harry set his arm on my shoulder. 

“I love you,” he said softly the side of his lips curving up.

“I love you,” I whispered. Harry leaned in and kissed my cheek slightly, his lips lingering.

I got out of the car confused. Harry seems mad as hell and is very rude to me, but then all the sudden he is sweet. Even when we are together, he is so damn confusing.

Vote and comment!! :)