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Everyone knew that Harry was a cheeky person. Harry knew he was a cheeky person. He had been ever since he was young! In fact, if there was ever an award given for the world’s most cheeky person, he would win it hands-down. That is… until he met you. 

The first time he met you was at one of his meetings as a solo artist. You were the resident coffee girl, but since Harry was Harry… He asked for a green juice. Now, you were used to people asking for juices and all that, but Harry’s order was… a little over the top. (“A tropical green juice with cucumbers, cilantro, celery, kale - you can’t forget the kale - a squeeze of lime, a slice of ginger, and a splash of apple juice. But not the apple juice from the carton. Fresh apple juice.”) Obviously, you went and got him his super extra drink, but you couldn’t let him slide without some kind of teasing remark(s). 

“I never realized the Harry Styles’ go to drink was Shrek juice.” You set his drink down on the table by him, being careful not to whack his head with your tray of drinks. “You can’t get any greener than this. I’m pretty sure the juice place is out of kale because of your drink.” 

“That’s enough, Y/N.” Your boss warned, making you roll your eyes playfully and wave him off. 

“No, s’alright! A little teasing never hurts.” Harry chuckled, his eyes following you around the room as you gave everyone else their drinks. There was something special about you, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Maybe because he had never seen someone wear pineapple patterned socks in a professional workplace. 

Over time, Harry found himself becoming more and more attracted to you. It wasn’t just because of your pretty face and your interesting taste in socks, it was just… He liked everything about you. And as much as he liked you (he hadn’t realized just yet that he was quite possibly 100% in love with you) he could do without the attitude-fueled remarks sometimes. 

“Y/N! I can’t find my other sock, have yeh seen it?” Harry turned around to glance at you before returning his attention to the sock drawer. 

“Maybe it’s on your ass.” You replied, flipping through your magazine nonchalantly. Harry scowled and turned to look at you again before giving you a pointed look. 

“I don’ have time for your sassiness, love. I’ve got a meeting in half an hour and I need my lucky socks.” 

“No, seriously. It’s stuck on your ass.” You pointed out, Harry reaching behind and realizing that yes, his other sock was indeed stuck on his bottom. 

“How did that even…” Harry trailed off, shaking his head while he slipped on the other sock. “Anyways, I’ll be out for a while but I’ll bring something back for yeh? How about a juice or a coffee or something?” 

“A juice sounds nice! It’s hot today.” You nodded, tossing your magazine aside to focus your attention on him. Also because now was the perfect opportunity for a cheeky remark. 

“I could go for a juice, too. Which one did you want? Tha’ banana-strawberry one?” 

“I’m actually in the mood for a green juice today. I’d like a tropical green juice. With… cucumbers, cilantro, celery, kale - you can’t forget the kale - a squeeze of lime, a slice of ginger, and a splash of apple juice. But-”

“-not the apple juice from the carton.” Harry finished, shaking his head at you while trying his best to fight a smile. He should have seen that one coming.

Fresh apple juice.” You grinned, humming as Harry leaned down to give you a quick kiss. 

“Alright, you brat. I’ll be back with your Shrek juice.” 

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Monday Murals

Artist Sasha Barr recently completed an “immersive wall-to-floor installation ‘Cosmos’ for the Facebook Artist in Residence Program in Seattle, WA.  

 He sees this artwork as an opportunity to think beyond the every day, past the struggles of the world immediately around, and to the pure wonder of the unknown. 

You might recognize his art from the the bowl at the Vans US Open 2015 and US Open 2016 of Surfing

Photographs courtesy of FB and artist
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Artist In Residence, No. 13

Cy Twombly, Rome, 1966

‘I think space is for paintings, for looking at paintings. Paintings 'hold’ in that kind of rectilinear space, which contains the energy of the works…’

Photographed by Horst P. Horst for Vogue.