Stand Up A Harry Styles fan fiction

Stand Up chapter 8

“I guess I can practice my skills.” Sitting up I looked at my phone wondering when Harry was going to call. I snatched the phone from my pillow and slipped it into my pants pocket and then grabbed my camera and camera bag.

Walking down the streets of london there were many beautiful things to be photographed. There were the street lights illuminating a gorgeous  glow on the marble water fountain that sat in the center or the  town. I took my camera and set the shutter speed and aperture. I loved the feel of a camera in my hands. They could capture a single moment in time, everything frozen in place. I wanted to get close enough to the fountain to get a shot of the water with the lights mingling together. I was standing on the edge of the stone fountain. I saw my moment and pushed the button that sent the rest of my camera into action capturing exactly what I had hoped it would.   

“Courtney?” I turned around as I heard a deep familiar voice say my name. I couldn’t see his face, due to the lighting he was standing in.

“Yeah, who are you? I can’t see your face.” I was so confused. I hopped down from the fountains ledge rather clumsily. When I was finally down, I was surprised to see a concerned Harry standing in front of me , with his hands on either of my side ready to balance me.

“What are you doing here beautiful?” Harry asked me with a big smile on his face.

“I was home alone and bored, so I decided  why not try and get some shots of the town at night.” I was blushing bright red at Harry calling me beautiful. I wasn’t used to it, and I think he could tell that I wasn’t.

“Sounds like fun.” He said while still smiling at me.

“Yeah the apartment was a little lonely tonight without Miranda. SHe’s on a date with Zayn.” I didn’t know what to to say to him. I was still surprised to see him out here at night.

“Yeah, he was pretty excited for it to. Not many girls can do that to him.” Harry said while his eyes drifted behind me. His smile quickly turned to a scowl. He suddenly yanked his hood up higher and grabbed my hand pulling me swiftly behind.

“What’s wrong?” I asked in a gasp trying to keep pace with him and not trip all all at the same time.

“There were paps behind you. They might have spotted us.” He said while looking over his shoulder. Did he not want to be seen with me? Is that why he made us run off like that? Harry pulled me into an alleyway, pushing me against the cool brick wall, with his body weight on top of mine. My face was buried into his chest. the smell of his cologne filled my nostrils with a sweet, masculine scent. I heard the sound of fast footsteps echoing down the alleyway as they passed us, shouting “Where did they go?!”

“Harr-” His hand slipped over my mouth as i was attempting to say his name.

“Shhh...” He instructed me to stay silent. I could feel his pulse race under his shirt. Why was he so scared, or excited? Shouldn’t he be used to people wanting to take his picture? While these thoughts raced through my head the footsteps had long since faded. All that was there was now Harry and I. He was so close. If i just went on my tiptoes our lips would probably touch. I looked up at his lips wondering what would happen if i was daring enough.

Harry let out a sigh of relief. His tense body finally relaxed. He rested his head on top of mine.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered into my hair. What was he sorry for? I didn’t know what to do so i just moved my hands from the cool brick to around Harry's warm waist.  His strong arms moved from the wall near my sides to around me, engulfing me in a warm embrace. It felt so kind, and loving. The entire world vanished while he held me. I felt like we were the only two people in London right now.