Photograph [h.s.]

1.4.

A/N THIS IS NOT NOT THE FINAL CHAPTER

Blondie was the first to break mine and Harry's stare down. "Hey, I am Cara. It's nice to meet you and you are a total babe." My face was burning, from embarrassment but also from the compliment. "It's nice to meet you too, my self confidence is over the roof right now." She laughed at that. "You are cute-" "Cara, can you like stop flirting with my Girlfriend?" Harry was annoyed, jealousy shining through. "Oh come on! Who got your boxers in a twist?" Asked Cara, her voice laced with humour. "Yeah, Harold. Who?" A sarcastic smile was planted on my face. "I like her." Said she to Harry, her thumb pointing in my direction. "Of course you do!"

"Hey Cara, wanna show me to the nearest Starbucks. I need some coffee for this headache." I heard Harry scoff, my eyes still on the blonde in front of me. She smiled. "Sure."

Harry stared at us in disbelief. "Bye!" Called Cara to him before pulling me out of the apartment and through the streets of Los Angeles.

"You really like pissing him off." We were currently sitting in a booth, sipping on our coffees. "Yeah, only because he pisses me off most of the time." She laughed at that.

"He really loves you, you know that?" A small smile managed to creep on my face. "I know."

It was quiet for awhile. I had too much on my mind.

"What is bothering you?"

A sigh left my lips, I promped my arm up and leaned my head on it.

"Our relationship. It's not working out anymore. I feel like a part of me is missing when he is not by my side. The world is just one horrible place without him near me. But at the same time I think that we need a break. He has to concentrate on his career and I have to concentrate on school." Cara took my hand in hers, a sad smile on her lips. "This makes me so sad. I feel like crying." I let out a small laugh at that. "It literally hurts me to see you guys like this. He loves you so much, you are the only thing he talks about. At work he always likes to imagine you in all that lingerie." She shot me a small smirk, my jaw slacked. "Oh my god, I can't even believe him!" We both bursted into laughter.

Finishing our coffees, we decided it was time that I talk to Harry.

"Summer, Cara is that you?!" Called Harry from, what I guess, was his bedroom. "It's only me."

He walked out of his room, his hair was a mess and green eyes, that normally shined with happiness, were red and dull. "I am so sorry. I missed you so much. So, so, much."

"I missed you too, baby. So much." His firm arms wrapped around my frame and I clutched his shirt in my hands. "Can I get a kiss?" I laughed and leaned up to kiss him. Harry hummed in appreciation, picking me up by my waist, he hosted me over his shoulder running towards the couch. "Harold! Let me down!" I could feel how his laughter rambled through his body and I couldn't help but smile.

He sat me down on the couch, taking a seat by my side, turning his attention towards me. His eyes swept over my face, a huge grin creeping up his face. "You got even more beautiful." I groaned, feeling the heat crawl over my neck to my cheeks. "Shut up."
"Stating the truth, love."

We spent a long time on the couch, talking about everyone and everything. "So, do you have a lot contact with your Mum?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, I make sure to at least send her a quick text. I don't want to have her worrying."
I hummed, feeling my blood boiling.
"Good that you don't have a Girl back home right?" He stared at me confused. "What? Summer, come on! You are being f*cking harsh on me." A scoff left my mouth. "Sorry that I was worrying about you because you haven't bothered to assure me that you are still alive!"