Paperboy. (h.s. au)

20.

Niall's chat with me proved to be very useful. Without intent, he helped me through this small problem of mine. It also proved that the world needs more people like him.

While I'm not going to go seek out and talk to Harry on my own, if I do have the opportunity to, I'm not going to ignore him. To do so would be slightly juvenile.

David requested another photo shoot this morning. So, around one o'clock, we head outside and I set him up. These were always very entertaining. I'm not sure why he likes getting his picture taken so much. But whatever makes him happy, I guess.

I pose him up by a tree and he smiles. I laugh and snap a few shots when my phone vibrates in my pocket. My mind automatically tells me it's Harry, and I kind of hope it is. I want to talk to him again.

Sure enough, it's him.

is it too early to say sorry?

I smile and put my phone down. I take some more pictures of David to distract me from replying instantly. I want to seem like I'm busy, even though Harry probably knows that I never am.

Eventually, I give in and answer.

Nope.

Short and sweet, just like my model here, who speaks up about  my non-professional photographing. "Robin. Stop texting and focus on your picture. You can't be distracted during a photoshoot, you know!" David scolds me.

I put my hands up in defense. "Sorry! Sorry. I'm plenty focused," I assure him.

"Sorry. I just..I got the wrong...picture." He covers his mouth and stifles a giggle at his own joke.

"Ha, ha. Very funny." I roll my eyes and think of Harry and his bad jokes. He sticks out his tongue and I get that on camera. I can't wait to use these as blackmail once he gets older. Maybe I'll give them to him as a graduation present when the time comes.

The thought of David growing up makes me severely emotional. I'm pretty sure he's perpetually six years old in my mind. It's so alien to think of him driving, in high school, with a job. It's odd enough that I have done those things.

I look to my phone to see another text form Harry. When I open it, it reads:

meet me at the park?

I nod my head, mentally answering his text. I assume he means now.

"Davey, I'm gonna wrap this up. Maybe we can finish tomorrow?" I break the news to him and he frowns.

"Aww, why?" He pleads.

"Well, I've got to talk to my friend, Harry." As soon as I mention Harry, he smiles.

"Oh. Well I like Harry. You can talk to him. Okay." He nods his head definitely and heads inside. I smile, pack up my camera and follow him.

I see my mom in the couch typing away at the computer. "Hey, mom. I'm going to the park to meet Harry..."

She peeks over the top of her glasses to look at me. "Are you sure?" She questions dubiously.

"Yeah. I think I'm pretty sure. I think he's going to apologize."

She nods and waves her hand. "Do as you must. Just be careful." She smiles as I walk out the door again.

I decide to drive since I'll get there ten minutes later if I walk, and I'd rather this happens as soon as it can.

Once I arrive at the park, I find a bench and sit. I whip out my phone and check, but I have nothing. As I'm typing something to Harry, I hear slow paced footsteps approaching.