Chapter One

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Again, plot credit goes to -weightIess

-HARRY-

I uploaded one of my many beautiful photos to tumblr again, not captioning it.

I don't take these photos to be tumblr famous. Being tumblr famous is like a firework, fast, loud, and worthless, I only uploaded it to tumblr in case something happened to my phone, laptop, camera, and hard drive.

These photos are my life. Losing them would be like losing a child to me. I had dreams of becoming a photographer, or at least a professional magazine photo-shopper.

But I want to keep these photos forever. So when I'm old and crippled, I'll remember the start of my dreams coming true. When I was a 21 year old boy with long hair and $2,000 gold boots.

Instantly I got re-blogs, which I indeed loved to see, though it was not all I liked to see.

I loved my pictures, I loved my camera, I loved the aesthetic of it all. The thrill I got when I saw such high quality.

I smiled and took a quick scroll through my tumblr, seeing the beautiful pictures I take.

I jumped as my phone buzzed, it was sitting on my laptop so it made this loud, obnoxious noise.

I sighed and lifted it up, seeing it was from my mum. I decided not to text her back, seeing as the text was just a hello.

This is how my life went every day, until I met him.

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