Photograph // H.S

Chapter 3

Ramadan Mubarak!

Story

Sarah's POV

It had been a day since I uploaded Harold's picture on my insta and the comments still haven't stopped. Turns out Harold was actually Harry from a band called One direction. I have heard about them, I occasionally listen to them as well, but I have never really been obsessed with them. 

It happened after I updated my insta and decided to sleep without checking the notifications. I don't know what time of the night it was, when my mobile started buzzing. It went wild. I had no choice but to see what the problem was. I got out of bed, washed my face to wake myself up and switched on my mobile. Thousands and millions of Instagram notifications flooded in my mobile screen. I found it hard to believe and decided to find out why I was the center of the commotion. 

Some girls who I had never seen in my followers list were screaming HARRY HARRY in the comment on the picture was of Harold. Turns out he made me famous on Instagram.

I tried ignoring the constant buzzing of my phone but somehow they attract me towards themselves. Some people are trying to be fake nice because clearly I wrote that I am friends with the freaking Harry Styles, while most of the girls who call themselves directioners, are ruining my day with their mean comments. 

Calling me some kind of stunt girl or a beard. Whatever that is?

I sighed, putting my phone back in my pocket and rearranging the books in their respective shelves. I was working right now and being traumatized by the sudden fame wasn't enough for a leave from work. Mrs. Lin wanted me here at all cost even though she doesn't pay me. 

Just when I finished rearranging the shelves, I called out for Mrs Lin. "I am going Mrs Lin.....Do you need anymore help before that?" 

"No thank you.....You can go now." She responded for the back of the store. I felt relieved that this day was finally over. I grabbed my stuff from the cashier counter and made my way towards the exit. 

Harry's POV

It had been a day since I lost my keys to the apartment and I have told no one about it. Louis found him in his pockets and went to get his lyrics himself. 

I had lost mine somewhere between the studios and that cafe. I looked everywhere for them except for the cafe I had visited. If they are in the cafe, hell is gonna break loose since I might never be able to get them back.

People will recognize me. They will want to keep that key. Hell, they might even sell them to fans. I know I have a wild imagination, but that shit can happen. 

"Haz, what's up? Why aren't you paying attention today?" I heard Liam from behind and quickly straightened up with a fake smile plastered on my face. "I am ok.....Just tired." I told him, picking up random sheets from in front of me. 

"No, you are not........Harry_." I gulped. Liam wasn't gonna give up that easy. 

"I said I am ok."I screamed.

Just then Zayn and Niall walked in on us. They froze as soon as they heard me shout. I quickly started grabbing my stuff and my coat to head out. 

"Is there something wrong...?" Zayn asked, eying us both. "Nah mate....Liam is just being a tease again. That's all." I declared, staring at Liam angrily. "Okay......But I don't entirely believe you." Zayn quivered, scratching his head. I gave him a nasty glare. "I am just saying." He raised his hands in surrender.

"Liam, I am heading out.......... Talk to you guys, later." Before I go march out angrily, Niall stopped me.

 "Before you go......" Niall said, stepping towards me with his phone in his hands. "You might wanna see this." He handed me his phone.