Chapter 5
#5
Louis groans as her alarm clock goes off, its way to early to even consider leaving the warm cocoon of duvets she’s bundled up in. However, the art museum is opening a new exhibition and Louis wants to be the first to draw inspiration from the paintings. After heaving herself into the shower and getting dressed, Louis grabs her worn leather satchel and dashes out of the door to the bus stop. The weather is pretty chilly and the last thing Louis wants to be doing is freezing her tits off at a bus stop for half an hour since she’s missed the bus.
Once safely tucked away in one of the back corners of the bus, Louis takes her art book and pencil out of her satchel. Using the time she’ll have to spend on the bus to arrive at the center of town to her advantage, Louis finishes a rather abstract picture of a rose. She hopes one day to sell her work or have it displayed in a gallery it’d be a dream come true for her. Once the picture is completed Louis sighs softly and makes her long brown hair into a bun using two of her pencils, putting away her art book and staring out of the grimy window of the bus. The ride only takes another ten minutes and once off the bus Louis walks inside the art museum, breathing in the familiar scent of the place. A mix of coffee from the café and a smell she can’t describe as anything other than the smell of paintings and art. Making her way through the familiar corridors Louis stops to look at her favorite pieces that the museum houses. After she’s asked one of the janitors for directions, Louis makes her way to the corridor where the new exhibition is. Once she’s looked at all the paintings, Louis settles on the bench in front of her favorite one before starting to pull aspects of it into her own drawing. After half an hour or so, Louis hears footsteps coming closer but doesn’t bother looking up, too focused on her drawing.
Louis doesn’t notice the girl stood in front of the painting until she looks up for more inspiration. Her breath catches in her throat slightly as she looks over the girls back. Is it possible to have a sexual attraction to people’s backs? Because Louis assumes she must have just developed one. The girl has dark pink hair pulled up in a messy pony tail which is highly likely to have been slept in and her dark brown roots are showing through parts of it. Louis notices a few curly sections of hair and droplets of water on the girls green coat meaning that it must be raining. The girl has a rather old looking black backpack over one shoulder and dark wash jeans. She’s wearing red combat boots which have flat soles, bringing Louis’ attention to the girl’s height. She’s extremely tall with slightly gangly limbs which Louis finds more endearing and attractive than she thought possible. The girl is clutching a take away coffee cup and has copious amounts of rings on her fingers.
Biting her lip, Louis flips the page in her sketchbook and pulls one of the pencils out of her hair before beginning to draw the girl. Obviously, Louis realizes just how creepy this is but the girl is honestly the most gorgeous thing she’s ever seen. She loves her aesthetic almost as much as her favorite paintings.
As she’s so focused on the shading of the girl’s hair, Louis doesn’t even register that the girl in question has moved away from the paining and is instead watching Louis draw.
“You’re good at that” The girl says making Louis jump and blush deeply, closing her art book.
“I – um” Louis starts standing up and only then realizing the vast height difference between her and the other girl “it’s not what it looks like, I’m not a total creep” Louis breaths, running a hand through her hair.
“I don’t think it’s creepy” the girl assures smiling; Louis almost melts when she sees the girls dimples “I’m flattered really. I’m Harry by the way”
“I’m Louis, nice to meet you Harry” Louis says smiling softly and shaking Harry’s outstretched hand “I’ll stop drawing you now” Louis says blushing again, frowning in confusion when Harry shakes her head.
“Don’t, I wanna see what it looks like when you’re done” Harry says biting her lip “Maybe we can meet in the café for some food or something when you’re done and you can show me” Harry suggests.
“I-I’d really enjoy that” Louis smiles running a hand through her hair again “Could you turn around for me again?” Louis asks sitting back down on the bench and opening her art book “I’ll just get a picture and then you can wonder around” Louis says taking her phone out. Harry complies and around two hours later they meet up in the café to look at the drawing together.
They may or may not have made formal plans to do this once a week.
And that may have been extended to twice a week.
And the first painting Louis ever got in a gallery may or may not have been a naked image of her beloved girlfriend Harry.