Shutter ➳ Camren

Chapter Six

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"Are you listening to a word I'm saying?" Harry's deep voice cut through my reverie. I looked up from where I was sipping my coffee, across my office desk to look at him. He's raising an eyebrow as he sets his coffee down.

"What? Yeah... course," I answered hastily that made him eyebrow rise higher.

"What did I say then?"

"Huh?"

"You heard me Camila, what did I just say?"

Carefully, I sip on my coffee, raking my head on what might have Harry was talking about before I got lost on my own thoughts. "Uhm. Christ the Redeemer, right. You're talking about how great Christ the Redeemer was," snapping my fingers. The way Harry rolled his eyes and scoffed, I knew I got the wrong answer.

"Not even the same city. I was talking about Sau Paulo, not Rio. Christ the Redeemer was five minutes ago Mila," he said exhaustedly. He doesn't seem to be offended that I was being a horrible friend at the moment because he didn't say anything else.

"Oh. It's not my fault Brazilian cities sound the same for me," I defended, although both of us know I can name all the major cities in South America. "Sorry Har. Go on talk, I promise I'll listen this time."

Harry and Louis are back from their honeymoon in Brazil three days ago, and Harry's gone back to the office today. He's still on his post- honeymoon high and he's smiling broadly the whole day, which is quite peculiar if this was any ordinary day. Because Harry doesn't smile with his teeth showing, he just smirks knowingly around, like he knows every secret you have. Now we're back to our tradition of getting coffee together, this time whilst he talks about the places him and Louis had been to.

Although I wasn't listening a hundred percent because I keep thinking about the texts Lauren's sending me since we had lunch five days ago. Well, it's safe to say that her texts reduced me to a sappy fool in less than a week. She keeps sending silly jokes and puns and sweet little messages I find cute and adorable altogether. She didn't come back after our lunch at Ricky's because she was having photo shoots all around town. Fuck, I want to see her again. Five days is for far too long not seeing that vibrant green eyes and that look of mischief on her face.

She also kept on checking that my decision to go on a date with her is still intact. I find it charming that she seems as eager as I when it comes to our date.

I leaned back on my chair, sipping at my coffee waiting for Harry to talk again but he didn't. He leaned back on his chair too and stared at me, smirking knowingly. His look unnerves me, just as every time I'm under his stare. It's like I'm under a microscope, getting scrutinized closely by a scientist hoping for some discovery to take place. "That's okay Camila; I know who you're thinking about."

"What?"

"Not what, who."

"Who?" I said, feigning innocence. Oh shit, she knows. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're never good at playing dumb." I opened my mouth as if on protest, complain that I'm good at playing dumb sometimes but I decided against it because I figured it's a compliment, coming from Harry. And taking pride in being good at playing dumb doesn't seem quite right.

"Well then, who am I thinking about?" I challenged.

"Oh let me see. Medium height, green eyes, on Luke's words 'smoking hot', Niall's words 'exceptionally talented', black haired girl with a camera. Ring any bells?"