Harry's POV
I needed to get out from the studios for a while so I decided to find a place to relax. Somewhere no one could notice me. So I took a cab to the busiest street in London and found this quiet little cafe.
I ordered myself a cup of coffee even though I was burning up under all these layers of clothes.
I was using them to hide myself, so I couldn't take them off. I kinda borrowed them from Liam since he carries extra clothes with him whenever we go to rehearse and the beanie from Louis. I had my pair of sunglasses for moments like this everyday.
So now, I was just an ordinary guy drinking his coffee in a cafe.
Just what I needed.
I looked out of the window towards the busy street with a smile on my face.
Suddenly just like a gust of wind, something moved in front of me, blocking my view of the street.
It was a person, maybe a girl with hair flying all over the place and a camera swinging from her neck and a lovely smile topping it all. She was noticeable. I usually don't use that term for people but there was something about her I kinda felt attracted to.
She entered the cafe and my eyes never left her sight. I kept on staring at her curiously. Just then, she walked over to my table and stopped for a moment. I quickly grabbed my phone and staring scrolling on the screen.
She didn't say a word and sat on the table next to me. I took a deep breath of relief and turned towards her. She opened her lens and quickly took a photo of the waiters serving in the cafe. "Stop it, Sarah." One of the waiters shouted. She gave out a witty comment and smiled it away.
I couldn't stop staring at her camera. It seemed like an expensive one. My first guess was that she was a paparazzi following me but it didn't seem like it. She wasn't interacting with me in any way. My second guess was that she's a tourist since she didn't look from around here.
Just then, she started covering up her chest with a muffler. Confused on her sudden action, I looked towards her.
Her eyes were scanning me awkwardly like I was some kind of pervert.
I suddenly realized what I was doing for the past few moments and got up completely and utterly embarrassed at my behavior. I was unconsciously and shamelessly staring at her. Of course she's offended.
I ended up started a conversation with her after apologizing. She seemed like a forgiving person and a talkative one too. She hadn't recognized me until now and that was a complete bliss for me. I don't like people going all crazy over me, I like having a normal conversation once in a while.
Before I could ask her about her interest in music to know if she liked us, a call interrupted our little convo. It was from Louis.
"Yeah lou...." I asked him annoyed at his timing. "Where the hell are you? We have been looking all over for you?" He screamed over the microphone. "I needed some time out....Do you need something? Because I am really busy here." I annoyingly asked, looking at Sarah multitasking like a pro.
"Busy? My ass......You have the keys to the apartment and I lost mine. You need to go home and fetch my lyrics." I bit my lips looking over towards Sarah. I can't just leave her like that..
"Haz...I need you to come back. Do you copy?" Louis screamed, hurting my ears. I sighed and got up. I payed for my coffee and ran towards the exit without saying goodbye to Sarah. The van in which I came here was just parked across the street. I hurried towards the van while listening to Louis who was reminding me of my responsibilities. Seriously, he was the one who lost the keys.
Sarah's POV
I placed my apartment keys in the bowl near the main door and entered the apartment sighing. No one knew who Harold was and no one in the cafe was ready to keep the keys. I told them he might come back looking for it, but since they weren't responsible for anyone's personal belongings, they didn't take it.
But they promised me if he came back they would give me a call.
That means I might have to face him again and it would really be awkward. Awkward for him, perhaps. He was the one who left.
It was 7 and the room was getting dark since the night was on its way. Feeling the same tightness in my chest because of the darkness around me, I flung towards the light switch and turned it on. I took a big breath in and tried to focus on the brightness in the room now. It's something that calms me. This apartment carries many bad experiences, but since this is the place where I found myself a new life, I don't want to lose it. This place reminds me that I am still alive and I could have died that night.
I want to embrace the darkness, but everytime I try to, something gets in the way.
I shook off all those thoughts and went into the kitchen. I really needed something to eat. Just then something fell on the ground from my lap. I looked back and saw Harold's keys. I smiled at the little cluster of key as I picked them up. Harold was a nice lad..... He was cute too.
Astagfirallah, what am I saying?
Annoying thoughts. Why don't they just leave me alone?
After a quick and tasty salad, I decided to update my instagram. I sat next to the coffee table in my living room and I browsed through the pictures I had captured today. I didn't capture much today because of work and the whole Harold drama. I didn't like any of them, they seemed too casual. Something that happens everyday. The pictures I upload in my insta always have some new vibe in it. Something I haven't experienced before and I want others to know about it. It's how I communicate with others.
But it seemed like I have accomplished nothing today. It was annoying.
Suddenly Harold's picture came on the camera screen. I looked at it for a while.
I did kinda make a new friend today. Why not use this?
I placed the camera on the table sighing. I couldn't just use it. Placing my head on the table, I eyed his picture flashing on the camera screen. He won't find out, would he? It's not like he knows about this. Getting the courage, I decided to use this. I transferred it into my phone and uploaded it on instagram when the caption..
'I made a new friend....'
I feel like I am gonna regret this, I thought looking at Harold's face on my account.
A?N
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Photograph // H.S
FanfictionSarah Hashim, a half Pakistan who thinks that she finally has everything, she dreamed of in her life. She gets a little bit more, to dream about due to her addiction of capturing photos. She might have a dark past but now she has an uncertain future...