Come What May (L.S)

Chapter 9

Harry was stressed out at his ceramics lesson, but not because of the actual class. In fact, Harry quite enjoyed Ceramics. He felt fidgety because the boys had become more distant since that morning with the ice cubes. They seemed to be ignoring Harry, and he knew it was his fault.

Even Louis was acting strangely. He wasn't even being awkward because the two of them hadn't spoken since that morning. Louis used to text Harry every day, and Harry had grown fond of him. And now because of Harry's one blunder, everyone is ignoring him.

Perhaps the lads were all expecting Harry to apologize. It wasn't precisely an awful idea, after all.

That's exactly what Harry intends to do. He'll apologize to the group chat when his lesson is over. He had awoken to terrible hunger pangs and was not in the mood to be nice to others. All Harry needs to do now is remember to do better in the future, apologize, and everything will be okay. Hopefully.

Knowing that he could rectify things made Harry feel a little better emotionally. For the time being, he returns to his ceramic work. He was done making the pot, but he still needed to paint it.

Zayn would have been convenient for some painting guidance, but he's not really speaking to Harry. Which makes it easier for Harry to get out of eating. Perhaps that's why his hunger pangs seemed to be more intense than normal.

Harry's gaze was drawn to the clock, but it was also drawn to the lovely ceramics on his classmates' tables. Harry doesn't know any of his classmates, which is odd, but he wasn't interested in meeting more people when he'd already messed up his current friendships.

Harry's gaze continued wandering around the room until he noticed something unique. The majority of students took the easy route of creating basic pots. But there was one that drew his eye, and it wasn't a pot.

It resembled a jug, but it wasn't one of those with the broad opening at the top; instead, it had a wide centre where the water would be stored. Harry was stumped as to how to explain the look. Maybe the opposite of an hourglass? It was probably just a fancy jug.

Harry was taken aback by more than just the shape. It was the painting job as well. It was stunning.

A painting of a fine ship, possibly a vessel, hung in the center. The colour choices were simple, but they worked perfectly with the jug. Who knew a jug could bring so much joy to someone? It was always the little things that made Harry happy or brighten his day.

The water beneath this lovely Victorian vessel was a variety of greens, but it was also blue? His classmate had to be a student of an art major, maybe they knew Zayn. The shape of the jug was simple, but the art on it was intricate. An artist's eye was required.

When his professor began yelling something about class being dismissed, Harry snapped out of it all. He took one more look at the jug before turning to face the artist. She appeared to be an ordinary college student, yet based on her appearance, she was clearly an art major. Zayn was presumably someone she knew.

The girl must have noticed Harry admiring her work because she smiled and walked over to Harry's setup. Harry was not in the mood for interaction, but he was also deprived of speaking to people.

"Hey! Harry is it?" The girl asked.

Harry returned the smile. "That's right. How did you come to know my name?"

"I usually stop by the art shows to look at your work. You, on the other hand, are never at your station." The young lady frowned. "But now I get to meet you!" She extended her hand to Harry for a handshake.

Harry clasped her hand in his and shook it. "Nice to meet you. And what is your name?" He mentally face palmed, God why is he so awkward.

"My goodness, your hands are freezing. Sorry that's not my name." She laughed. "It's Everleigh."