Numbingly, painfully, agonizingly slowly, I was patient by the phone; hoping that Mr. Styles would call me in confirmation of my position as training model. Truly, there was an unexplainable wish that I would pick up the phone to Mr. Malik's voice. We hadn't talked since the night he saw me with Mr.Styles. An unnatural feeling still lingered from knowing about the large photograph; it was clear to me what had happened with Mr. Malik had knocked all inspiration from him; but was I truly the one to bring it all back? Harry's voice returned to my ears as the memory replayed in my mind...
"He got the call, that night he talked to you. I don't know if you'd remember but he was already quite tired from the art awards." Mr. Styles paused to sigh and continued somewhat nonchalant. "It was a phone call from Ariana, his ex's sister, saying that his ex, Shay, had been in an accident - she couldn't remember much; only fractions. Simplistic things - her age, name.." Harry waved his hands, his eyes catching mine as a small shock swept through my emotions. "And?" My voice was small; unexplainably, the most minute, almost mistakable for any other feeling came over me - jealousy.
"Well you know boys" We both stopped to smile; me amused by Harry calling anyone else, especially Malik, a 'boy'. "He ran off all heroic to her bedside. Obviously, she didn't have the faintest clue of who he was." I had heard stories like this before but it felt so unreal to know that this was true. "He pushed her so hard to remember when she couldn't; bringing up dates, times, anything. It broke them both. He was shattered, constantly crying, missing classes... Her condition was worse, her brain overworked, too tired to try." For a moment, Harry held his head down and whispered something inaudibly. We sat in silence for what seemed like forever. I didn't want to ask, but I had to know.
"What happened? Harry?" The tone of my voice was as gentle as flowing water. Harry's hair flopped over his face as he raised his head, the caramel twirls curling over his unkept eyebrows, above those wholly captivating eyes. "She died, Marie" There was a slightly awkward pause. "Oh" It was all that I could think to say. I could see a smile creep on the corner of Harry's lip. "Yeah. And then you came along and saved him - like you do." I couldn't help but laugh then. "Oh yeah sure". I returned the smile, rolling my eyes sarcastically "No really, Marie, you were quite the Wonder Woman" Harry teased handsomely.
"Zayn completely lost the will to live, as it were" His lips straightened as he continued to explain. "Couldn't pick up a paint brush without doing portraits of her. And eventually, he just stopped. Everything. Painting, eating, reading, loving..." Was there a slight emphasis on the word loving, or was that coincidental? I pushed the thought aside. "And then, after clearing out his cupboards, garage, suitcase (as he wanted to move out of the place that reminded him or his Shay) he found a reason to stay. The photograph of you, it made him smile for the first time in a long while; and he didn't know why. I don't know what you did to him" His face at that point was priceless. Wet lips as he had licked them, finger running over his bottom lip as stared at me in his eyes, running them over me.
"I don't know what you're trying to imply Mr. Styles" I raised my eyebrow as he chuckled before continuing. "I'm saying that you gave him something that brought him back to life. Malik told me that afterwards, he went on a shoot; for about the first time in six months, he picked up a camera and took photos. The process became addictive, photoshoots, editing, posting occasionally. Each time, with the photo of you in mind, That single photo seemed to supply his needs, picking up his shattered heart as it were".
The whole situation was elusive to me. "Why?" my whole face scrunched at the question. Why me? The question was more to myself than anyone else. It was probably just the grief more than anything that made him turn to me. "I don't know" Harry agreed, "But whatever it was; it was impressive".
At present, I sat waiting. My eyes were heavy from thought; my head pounding from the hunger that I chose to ignore. This would be my distraction. *Ring* *Ring*
"Miss. Mathis?" The duvet brought warmth to my numbing, cold toes as the sound of Marina's soft voice flooded through the phone. "Hi" I answered coolly. "Mr. Malik and Mr.Styles would like to see you in their offices" Her voice went from formal to friendly "And between me and you, it looks a little bit more than just your interview..." The phone call ended. What was that supposed to mean?