Empty Frames

A boy with soft golden brown hair that falls heavily on his clear blue eyes stands there with paper planes dancing around him. At one point in time, the white paper decorates like wings and the paper planes that fall by his feet look like feathers. In front of him, stands an angel.

It is the most beautiful thing that he ever saw. And he wants a photo of that by his bedside table, in fact he still does. That is what started it all.

So when he gets his first Polaroid camera he takes the same road again praying that the blue-eyed angel is still there flying planes, but he is not. The house is silent and he hears from the neighbors that the family moved away.

After that he swears to himself that he will take photos of all the beauty in the world and that how he ends up as Harry Styles, the winner of the Day’s awards for best photographer.

*

Harry has his share of affairs with models, mostly because he doesn’t have time to interact with anyone else. The thing is he enjoyed a beautiful face that he can take endless photos of, but he enjoyed finding the beauty within them more. The beauty hidden that a photo may catch, but never truly contain.

He has watched the beauty wither as the models: some became full of themselves, some became insecure, and some made a bad hair day to be the end of the world. Harry knows that Modeling to them is like photography to him, but most models lost their way and Harry lost interest in them.  

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Harry was pre-informed that one of the models was the top model at the British Models Awards. And he had a couple of people in mind; all of them were the brats on the set.

He knows he probably saw the model before in Vogue or window displays, but he doesn’t really remember him. His first memory of Louis Tomlinson was of him making a paper swan from his own photo in a magazine. Who does that? It didn’t make sense to him that a model with such a prestigious award is playing in the corner, making little birds. Harry had to smile warmly at the sight.

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The model is hesitant for the first few seconds but not insecure. He leans enough. Not too much to be seductive and not too little to be shy. Harry watchs the man look somewhere off the camera. His eyes fixated into an invisible point in the air. It’s as if he sees something that everyone else doesn’t. Harry wonders if he actually does. If there is a wall between universes and Louis is able to look through its vile.

His camera singled him that the memory was full. As much as he wants to take more photos of the man in front of him, he knows he had taken the perfect one already. It was the first one he took. It was the winner.

But he allowed himself to take 20 more for himself. To look at and find a perfect angle incase the model stands in his arms again. So he wraps Louis’s photo shoot up, watches the frown and disappointment trying to hide in the model’s eyes, changes the memory card and calls the next model to stage.

*

So Harry might have prayed that the model has a thing for him, when he find the model wondering in the setting in the next day, even though the models who finished are wondering in the city. The blue-eyed model makes him nervous whenever they are set on him while he is taking a photo. When he stops, they are never on him anymore. The man is somewhere helping carrying lights, or folding clothes or having conversations with the staff.

And then he was told that it was a custom that Louis Tomlinson stayed watching the photo shoot every time he is in one. So Harry’s heart drops, but he didn’t really know him so it isn’t a big fall till he finds him sitting down in the set alone when everyone was in the after party.