Snow Boy [Zarry]

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Ed kept Harry taking wedding photos for about a month, liking the way Harry seemed to excel, even out of his element.

Now, Ed chose to give Harry a bit of wiggle room by allowing him some free time to take pictures of whatever he wanted and submit them.

Ed planned on having a whole article about Harry, and having a section within that article serve as a preview to the upcoming nature section that Harry would be taking photographs for.

When Harry was told about this idea, he was thrilled.

He felt like a celebrity.

"Take a few good photos, ones like on your Instagram and submit them to me, yeah? I'll give you a week, and you'll be paid." Ed assured him.

"Thank you so much." Harry nodded.

"Yeah, and you'll be interviewed before the article is composed. Nothing major, just the basics about yourself. That's okay, isn't it?" Ed asked.

Harry nodded again. "That's great. Thank you for everything."

"No problem. And if you ever need help with equipment or anything once this nature section takes off, use Nick. He seems to not have anything important to do anyway." Ed said quietly, looking over at Nick who was putting posters up in the front lobby windows.

"I have plenty to do, Mr.Sheeran." Nick spoke up.

"Really? I walked in on you sleeping the other day so I just assumed you didn't have anything to do." Ed said, giving him a look.

"Oh. Well...I was done editing all those pictures. You know...the forty photos you asked me to edit? I guess I was tired afterwards." Nick said.

"Well, from now on you can work with Harry. You two seemed to work well for that wedding. You'll be his assistant. Help him out whenever he needs it." Ed decided, smiling.

"I'm sure he'll be needing an assistant with all that's happening now." Ed said, patting Harry's shoulder.

Harry made himself smile, keeping it on his face until Ed left the room.

"Might as well forgive me now, Harry. Looks like we're stuck together." Nick smiled.

"No, we're not." Harry said, leaving the building.

"I can do this by myself. I don't need you." Harry said.

"Let me be your photo editor. That's what I specialize in, you know." Nick said, jogging a bit to keep up with Harry.

"Really? I thought you specialized in fucking people." Harry said bitterly.

"Why are you being such an arse?" Nick snapped, stopping and staring at Harry.

"Because I don't forgive you, and I don't particularly like you." Harry said.

"Why? What did I do?" Nick asked.

"You think we're friends after what you did to me. Or tried to. Plus you're always so rude to Louis." Harry said.

"I'm sorry, okay? I want to be friends with you, and I'll...try to be nicer to Louis. What else can I do?" Nick asked, stepping closer to him.

"Just shut your gob for now." Harry muttered, turning and going his car.

He watched him walk away, his eyes falling to look at Harry's ass in the sweatpants he was wearing.

Nick found him even more attractive now that he had a bit of an attitude.
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That night around five, Harry was laying on the sofa lazily watching television when Zayn texted him.