Captured Memories - L.S

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•Thursday Morning•

Harry sat in the silence of his bedroom, listening to the clatter of the shop downstairs. His first thought was that living atop the coffee shop would bother him, but he didn’t mind much, and he quickly adjusted to it, as he tried to do most things; moving to the city, to his own apartment….  starting a new, independent life. Harry enjoyed days like this. Hushed, gentle, and quiet. Much like his personality.

Harry usually didn’t like much company from others, so he really enjoyed his job. Photography was a passion of his. He had quite a fascination with trying to find the true beauty in things. Little things just…seemed to amuse him, even if it didn’t amuse others; He would try to blame that on why he didn’t have many friends growing up. But his mum told him that was why he was so special. Unlike others, Harry always had a different style. Very picturesque, and unique. Not very nerdy, though. Or smart for that matter. But he did have glasses, so his personality was often times misperceived. Again, Harry never minded.

Harry walked over to where his camera was positioned on the tripod. He began looking at all of his work again, and memories flooded back, calming him. It was a surreal feeling to him, that you could just capture a whole moment of your life in a 4 by 4 frame, and relive it at any time. Thats what he called a memory. He let out a small sigh, and slid over to his CD player, popping in a familiar CD, and pressing play. He began humming along, and eventually was belting out the lyrics. This definitely wasn’t uncommon for him, as he loved singing as well. He had many phases in his life, and sometimes he liked to think he was still in one, where he wanted that secret little 14 year old dream of being a performer. He love all kinds of music. Especially ‘The Fray’. It was his favorite band, because they had songs for every emotion, and no matter how you were feeling the music always brought you up. Harry described them as “The Medicine of Music". After the CD had finished he decided to head downstairs for some tea.

“Hello, Harry! Just the man I was looking for! Come ‘ere!" Liam called out.

Liam was the owner, of both the coffee shop, and the record store attached. Naturally, Liam was there 24/7 making coffees and stocking shelves. Harry walked over to the counter. “How’s life treatin you, Liam?" Harry asked playfully.

Liam responded quickly, “Pretty well, thanks!" Liam cut himself off. “Yeah, hey listen next week is umm… starving artists week, and there will be some new acts performing here, and uhh… I was wondering if you could design some…. flyers…..to post around?"

“uhh.. Yeah sure." Harry said, scratching the back of his head, ruffling his curls. Liam looked relieved.

“Oh thanks, Harry. Means a lot. Umm one more thing. Harry.."

“mmhmm?" Harry asked expectantly as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Could you come down at times during next week and uh.. Take a few pictures. Uh.. Umm..If you don’t mind of course!" Liam put his hands up defensively. “I know you’re pretty trained up in the field, right?"

“Hah..yeah, ill have to check my schedule, I may be busy, ya know?", Harry lied. “but.. um… I’m sure I can." Harry assured Liam.

Liam scoffed at the idea of Harry being “busy", ybut decided not to pester Harry on the idea and continued anyways, “Thanks… Again. And ya know, Harry you could perform if you’d like." Liam said, with a wink and slid Harry a cup of tea.

“Uh, no thanks." Harry giggles. “I’m not the singing type of guy. But thanks." Harry said sipping his tea. He looked up at Liam, who was smirking. Harry gave him a look of guilt, yet question. “More sugar please?"