Photograph [h.s.]

1.5.

-Listen to Photograph by Ed Sheeran-

I was offically finished with the essay for the project.

The pictures were still in Harry's posession. But I couldn't bring myself to call him and ask for them.

Today was the first day that I bothered to pretend I am fine and nothing was bothering me. It has been six days since we broke up.Six horrible days.I never thought that we could feel our heart breaking in our chest, that heart break could bring us physical pain but here I am gulping down some Advil with the coffee I brewed myself an hour ago. "Ice-Coffee is fine too, I guess." Mumbled I under my breath. I haven't heard much of my friends, simply because I couldn't bring myself to talk to them.

It hurts. It still hurts. I keep reading our old messages. Everytime I pass by the wall in the hall, I look at the picture we hung up there. He just fitteted in the routine of my life, he was my life and now everything reminds of him.

I sigh and try to hold back tears.

I got snapped out of my thoughts by my phone.

"Hello?" Asked I in a groggy voice, making me clear my throat.

"Hey, babe."

"Harry?"

"It's me. I am in front of your house. I- I am sorry. I know I shouldn't do this. But I have the pictures with me, well copies. I know that you need them-"

I ended the call and ran outside the house. There he was, clad in his jeans, with those new boots he was obsessed with and one of his typical band-tees.

He was frowning at his phone and made his way into his car. "Harry!" He looked up. I ran over to him and he swiftly got out of his car again. "Oh my, Harry." I burried my face into his shoulder and hugged him for dear life. "Summer." He breathed out.

"I have the pictures on a CD. I know, I could have sent you an E-mail but I have one picture that you haven't seen yet." I frowned and looked at him. "Remember when we were in the tree house?" A blushed crept on my cheeks. I nodded. Harry slipped the picture out of his backpocket and put it in my palm. "So you can keep me-" His voice cracked. "Inside the pocket of your-" He eyed my legs. "Ripped jeans." I laughed, tears continud to fall down my face. I took a look at the picture and realized that I was asleep in it, curled into his side. My hair was in a messy braid from the events prior. But Harry he was just beautiful. His curls were a mess, a hand pushing them back, a smile on his face and his eyes were on me. "I had cried after I took the picture. I was so happy, Summer. You make me happy and I am truely sorry, for everything." I just shook my head and hugged him. "You are a great person Harry Styles."

"Harry? Do you want to read it? I mean the essay kind of thing." He breathed out. "Yes, please."

"I never expected it to happen when I first applied to this School. When I walked first into this classroom all I hoped for is that I will find a good partner that is better at taking pictures than me." The class laughed. "He was more than I could have asked for. Not was he only a excellent Photographer, he was my best friend. I guess it was his charm, and his dangerous mix of coffee and energy drinks in the mornings, that lured me in. I fell so hard for this boy. I haven't even realized it. We fell for each other at the wrong time, I admit that. But I don't think it was wrong. I love him, still do and probably will no matter what. I could tell you about everything I love about him and still make it short. It's simple. It's him. I love him, everything about him."

"What is my project about? I fell in love with my best friend. It wasn't supposed to happen but it did. I didn't expect a forever out of this. I do believe that he is the one. But if fate doesn't want it that way, then so be it. I know that I just wanted to keep him in my life, no matter in which aspect. I am Summer Winchester, thank you." The class clapped. A lot of people were holding tissues to their faces. I smiled and thanked everyone again. It was over, for now.

"I can't believe this. Is this some kind of joke. Summer, did you just tell me a fairytale or is this some bullshit prank that fate is playing on us." Alexis was pacing the, with tissues covered, floor. "I need some coffee. Let's go grab some." She just nodded and whipped under her eyes. With one last breath Alexis grabbed her bag and started towards the door. "Let's go. I am emotionally unstable right now." I laughed and followed her. I miss you, Harry.

THE END

A/N I can't believe it. It is really over, wow.

Tbh I cried so much whilen writting this. My babies are all grown up now.

Thank you so much for every single read, vote, comment, whatever.

I love literally every single one of you and I will miss this part of the story.

ABOUT THE epilouge (?) or second book (whatever): It's supposed to be longer, better, improved, more detailed than Photograph.

When am I going to start it? I am not sure. Not soon I think. (sorry)

I will keep you guys updated that's for sure.

Thank you again, lots of love Maja. x