thunder [h.s]

ch. 5

a/n hey guys, i hope you all have been enjoying this story so far. can i give a shoutout to readytorun1029 for being the reason why im even continuing this story? thank you so much for your support! thank you to everyone's support just by reading this right now! enjoy this chapter, sorry for being cliche. (also im a larrie and i am writing cursed and abstract on my main harryssmirkk and tbh het fic with h&l is weird so I'll probably have occasional, subtle larry moments in this since I can't make it a larrie fic since this is sage and harry's story lol) i love you all -nikki

[sage's pov]

"Styles and Tomlinson will be presenting their photography now," Professor Alfie announced.

I did not realize we didn't finish them yesterday. I avoid looking at the now green sweater boy, so I looked at the Tomlinson boy. (I still don't know everyone's first names in my classes.)

The Styles kid began talking, I tried not to pay attention too intently.

"This image is showing rhythm and movement and whatnot. The ballerinas are all lined up, showing the element of line."

Of course the photo was beautiful. Taken at the perfect moment, captured in the perfect light. I couldn't be more impressed. Would I ever admit this? No. Usually I would compliment photographers on their work, not this one though.

The Tomlinson kid's name, I learned to be Louis because he and Harry, I also learned, kept bickering over who's turn it was to explain the next slide.

Louis made Harry do the last one.

"This is a girl. I'm not sure who it is though. But her hair is in a bun as you can see in the form. She seems to have her legs crossed as she faces the pond as she sits on this log."

Taking a closer look, I realize that girl, is me. What the hell? When did he take this?

I observed the surroundings. It was the opposite of the one I took of him. It was dark out, almost dreary. You could see the bright star lights above me. My body just looks like a shadow. I know exactly where this is.

Now I understand why Harry didn't acknowledge it was him yesterday. It's slightly, somewhat, embarrassing. I feel uneasy, because this picture is too beautiful. Too beautiful in comparison to my body, as if a beautiful thing was placed to a not so beautiful thing. I feel out of place. Like he captured me in a place of vulnerability, where everything around me so is just too perfect, then there's me.

"This is my personal favorite photo of the entire power point. Everything in the photo is so beautiful. Like unity and variety.  Everything was placed so perfectly at the right time."

Stop talking, please. I don't want everyone staring at me, even if they don't know it's me.

Maybe it's not me. You can only see the dark part. The place is just all too familiar. But I know it could just be a random person. Why do I have to think so much about this shit? Why does it matter even if it was me? He probably just thought the view was pretty. With the stars and everything.

I felt a little awkward, sitting there with everyone staring at my shadowy figure of the image. Once everyone was finished with their presentations, Professor Alfie told us about our next project.

"You will have to pair up with one person. You will photograph each other's hobbies, interests, anything that reminds you of them."

I immediately looked at Ivy, however she was already looking at someone else. A really attractive male with brown eyes. Great. Now I don't have a partner.

"Sage, you're working with me," I turned around to a familiar voice. Not the voice I wanted, though. It was the rude boy who I once thought was so beautiful.

"Don't ever talk to me. Please."

"I really want to get to know you. I want to be your friend. I don't need anymore people on my enemy list," He pleaded.

"I don't need anymore people on my friends list."

"That's sad."

"What is?"

"You know what. Please, give me a chance. I want to photograph your hobbies."

"Don't you think you have enough pictures of me?" I said, without thinking.

"What?"

"You took that photo of me. The one on your last slide."

"Oh yeah. Do you want the printed version of it? I have it right here," He handed me the photo.

"That's not what I meant, Harry," I refused the photo.

"Say it again."

"What?"

"Repeat what you said."

"That's not what I meant?"

"Repeat the full sentence," I tried to recall what I exactly said. What is he trying to do?

"That's not what I meant, Harry?"

"My name sounds cute falling from your lips."

I rolled my eyes.

"Why'd you take that picture of me? When did you even take it?"

"You mean just like how you took that picture of me? Without my consent?"

"Oh don't be ridiculous. We're both at fault here. Why is it such a bad thing to take a photo of something we think is beautiful?"

"Are you calling me beautiful, Miss Sage?"

"What? No! That's not what I meant. Just, the view. Like with the moon and the tree and stuff. It was all perfect. How'd you know my name? And for your information, I literally didn't even know you were in it until after I looked at it. Then when I looked up you were gone. Where did you go?"

"You're saying I have a pretty view?" He smirked.

"I say all of that and that's all you respond to? I was talking about the surroundings..."

"Sure, sure."

"Unbelievable."