Polaroids & Memories

Tea, Pictures & Music ~ 5

( Louis POV )

We sit a tea place. Harry and me. He orders a green tea and a blueberry muffin. I, a Yorkshire tea and strawberry cake.

My favorite or at least I think it is.

A nice woman named Linda is our waitress. She's nice. She smiles kindly at me and Harry.

I look at him and admire his beauty. His curly wavy hair, his green eyes, his dimple that shows up when he smile at me. I want to remember this moment. Me and Harry here. This is something important to me.

Harry takes his tea and blows on it to cool it off.

I quickly take out my polaroid camera from my pocket and point it at Harry.
He takes a sip and I take a picture of him. I hope he doesn't mind.

I lay the camera on the table and the picture comes out. I take out my pen from my diary, grab the picture and write on it.

02/23 Tea date with Harry x

I stick it back in my diary along with my pen. I look up at Harry and see him staring at me. I blush.

"Um was it okay that I took your picture?" I say quietly and look down at my tea.

"Oh yes! It's fine. If you like, we can take a picture together." He smiles at me.

"Oh...um....okay. I'll like that."

He stands up and goes to the counter and talks to Linda. A few seconds later, he returns with Linda.

"She'll take our picture for us Louis."

She smiles and I hand her my camera.

I stand up and stand in front of the table. Harry comes and stands next to me. Linda is in front of us.

"Okay, on the count of three." Linda says and holds the camera in front of us. "Oh, Harry get closer to Louis."

He wraps his arm around my waist and brings me closer to him.

I blush. He's so warm.

"Okay. One..."

He looks down at me and gives me a quick smile and looks at the camera once again.

"Two.."

I look at him and smile and look at the camera. We both smile at it.

"Three.." And she takes our picture. She hands me back my camera and walks off. Harry sits back down on his chair.

I sit and look at our picture.

I take my pen out and write on it:

02/23 Harry and me x

I place the picture next to the one of Harry in my diary and close it.

"So ah..what did you want to tell me back at the train station?" He takes a bite of his blueberry muffin.

"Oh...um."

"C'mon Louis, you said you would tell me." He frowns at me.

"All right." I sight and look at Harry straight in the eye. "Um, I... I kinda lied. I wasn't really at the music shop earlier today."

"You weren't at the music shop?"

"Uh-uh." I shake my head.

"Were you writing a song, maybe?" He looks at me amused.

"Maybe, but why are you... so mean to me?" I look down at my tea and cake. I haven't touched it.

"I'm not being mean Louis. But can I see it."

"No! Never!" I yell loudly, making the people around us to turn and look at me. I smile shyly at them.

"Oh, okay. But anyways, that's amazing. You're a real artist, huh?"

"You're being sarcastic." I take a quick glance at Harry.

"No! I was just... I was just being..."

"Just being sarcastic!" I yell at him and stand up. Ready to leave. Why is he being mean to me?

"No! Actually, I'm actually writing one right now too."

"Oh.." I sit back down. "You, too? A music artist?"

"Yeah. We took a career path questionnaire at school. A music artist wouldn't be so bad." He shrugs.

"I see. I think that would be wonderful." I smile at him.

"Really?" He says, surprised.

"Yes! I'd be curious to listen to a song that you wrote."

"Ohh, in that case, here!" He hands me a small notebook from his pocket. "There's a couple of songs that I started writing. You can read them in the mean time, since I haven't recorded anything yet."

I take the notebook from him and open it. Reading the words on the lines.

I gaze at them, reading each word carefully. Wow this is really good.

"I like this one." I show Harry, his notebook, pointing to the last song he wrote. The one about catching a star for someone.

"Oh I just started writing that one earlier today when I was waiting for you at the train station."

"It's pretty. I like it." I close his notebook and give it back to him. "I'm curious to what it'll sound like." I haven't heard him sing yet.

"I'm curious about what you wrote." He smirks at me.

"Don't be curious about me." I say harshly.

"Oh, okay." He says nervously.

"Don't mention it ever again, you hear? Not in your grave or even in Hell, you understand?" I'm serious about this.

"Mmm. You already decided I'm going to Hell, huh?" He crosses his arms and gazes at me. "But a good career path sure is hard to find."

"Oh, is it?" I look at him confused.

"Isn't it?"

"Well, I think that it's best to do whatever you love." I grab a spoon from the table and take a little bit of my cake and eat it. Mmm strawberries.

"I guess so. Someone just told me the same thing."

"Who told you that?"

"It was an adult. What do you wanna be, Louis?"

"I... I have a dream." I murmur.

"A dream?"

"I don't wanna be a music artist. I just wanna write a song, even just one. I wanna create something that's mine." I think back to Harrys songs. They were beautiful.

"I see. I think you can do it."

"Do you really?" I say.

"Yeah. But I guess my word isn't worth very much." He frowns and shakes his head.

"Yes, it is." I smile at him and he smiles back. "Thank you. It's so encouraging to hear you say that."

Someone that believes in me. He thinks I can do this. Can I really write a song? Would I be able to write one?
I'm just glad that he believes in me.

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Sorry that it was kinda short >.<

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I said I was going to explain Louis condition in this chapter but I kinda wanted to keep this cute date going lol

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