This Wednesday in Lawrence: Watson Library! The temps climbed up into the 40s yesterday morning so I was actually able to do some outdoor sketching! Full disclosure, this is not my first time sketching in the stacks. It’s fur real one of my favorite places to draw. Check out these sketches of Watson Library from last year. 

So… This post appeared on my dash and then this happened:

Real Puppy Love

[Affectionately titled as such because I couldn’t think of anything better on the spot.]

Two minutes.

Maybe three.

Three minutes is all it took.

And now here is, walking up and down the bloody street, looking and shouting, “SHADOW!” as loudly as he can, because his stupid dog is still young enough to hop the fence around the backyard despite being old enough to know better. He’s not even been back home 24 hours, and Shadow is already acting like the spoiled, puppy at heart, that he is.

He’s just climbed into his car, is about to push the key into the ignition when his phone goes off in his pocket. His heart jumps into his throat when he thinks about having to tell his da that he lost The Shadow again; he remembers the first time Shadow had run off, remembers being 14 years old and scared out his mind that Bobby would cuss him out. Bobby hadn’t cussed him out at all, in actuality. He’d simply said that “dogs will be dogs”, ruffled Niall’s hair newly dyed hair, and then insisted on going out to look together. They’d spent hours searching all over town, using a picture of Niall’s mobile to show to strangers in hopes of somebody seeing Shadow, before finding him down by the creek behind the house.

He fishes his phone out of his pocket – and he’s not sure what surprises him more: the message lighting up his screen, which is a picture of Shadow sitting on a step in an in-ground pool, or the name of the person who has sent him the message.

Harry Styles.

It’s a name he hasn’t heard in ages, and it belongs to a person he hasn’t seen, or even spoken to, in…well, even longer. And it might not be his father checking in on him as though he isn’t a 22 year old man that just graduated university three days ago, but his heart stays firmly planted in his throat all the same.

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