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Photographer

I took a sip from my soda can and watched as some of Harry's old acquaintances were sparking conversations with him, acting like they've been best friends with him for their whole lives, like they knew everything I knew about Harry. In my head I wanted to push them all aside and be the best friend I was in highschool, but in reality I stood and watched from afar like a creep.

All that was in my head were the words Oli had spoken a couple hours ago, the words that had caused me to rethink a lot of what I knew as an honorary girl. It seemed that the thing we were always told to do was talk about what was going on in our minds with the guys we liked (or in this case the guys who randomly kissed us in our driveways), but unfortunately, according to the wisdom of my younger brother, that was apparently the opposite of how to go about in the situation at hand.

I couldn't decide whether I wanted to listen to Oli or Gemma. A quick list for both started in my head as I averted my eyes from Harry and his friends, trying to at least pretend that I wasn't thinking about him.

Okay, for Gemma she had a lot of things going for her. Not only was she someone who knew everything about me, but she also knew everything about Harry, which could be extremely helpful. Considering she knew how not only I might react to something, but also how Harry would react, this could help both of us have a better preparedness on how he was now going to treat me if I either brought it up or left it alone. She was also considerably more knowledgeable in the whole... boys department that I had been unfortunately left to figure out relatively alone.

Oliver also had a pretty strong list. He was my brother, meaning he probably knew how I reacted to crazy stuff better than I did because he was able to witness it firsthand and could pick up on flaws I didn't even know I had. Also, he was a guy, which presented a whole new area of expertise neither Gemma or I could ever dream of attaining because, you know... Girls. Another thing Oli had that Gemma wouldn't dream of was pure bluntness. He would never beat around the bush, nor would he walk on eggshells to preserve my "fragile" state I might have about the whole situation.

As I was going through both lists again, adding in strong points such as "Oliver hasn't had a girlfriend since he was thirteen" and "Gemma has always thought Harry and I were made for each other", I saw Anne waving me over to where she was standing, a camera in her other hand. A smile overtook my face as I made my way to Anne, wrapping my arm around her waist and bopping her hip with mine softly.

"Need me to be a photographer, Anne?" I gently laughed, reaching around and grabbing the camera. She nodded excitedly and squeezed my arm as she went to Harry and grabbed his arm, pulling him towards her. Her finger pointed to where I was holding the camera, and I snapped a picture right as he turned, His eyes were squinted together as he smiled widely at his mom, and it might be the cutest picture I've ever seen of either of them. Anne's hand was pointed directly at the camera, but her face was laughing and facing Harry, and the adorable candidity of the photo made it better than any photoshoot Harry has or will ever do.

As the flash had gone off, Harry turned towards me and looked at me quizzically, probably not quite understanding what I was doing with the camera. His eyebrows raised jokingly as he laughed.

"Hey, I don't need any paparazzi in my house!" He teased, walking closer to me with his hands out. I handed him the camera before turning around and running while laughing, moving people out of the way. I hiked my up as I ran and held up my first two fingers high above my head.

"Deuces, superstar!" My voice rang out loudly and I turned sharply to enter the kitchen when currently no one was gathered. I spun around right in time to see Harry entering the same room, the camera held up to his eye level and snapping picture after picture. My hands came up to my face in an attempt to cover my maniacal laughing face I got.

"Superstar, huh? I mean, I guess that's what I am," He said jokingly as he set the camera down and leaned on the table next to us. I settled my laughing and mimicked his pose, putting of my arms on the table and tilting my head. "How does it feel to have been kissed by a superstar, as you said?"

I froze for a second, the words running around in my brain, punching everything else I had been thinking out of one of my ears. According to Gemma, I should have brought it up, but I didn't and Harry did first, which now meant I was supposed to talk to him about it.

That worked out so much better than I thought it would.

"Eh, I've had better." I said sassily. His eyes flickered with amusement and he clenched his jaw.

"I, for some strange reason, don't believe that. C'mon, you can be honest. It wasn't a bad kiss. Until, of course, you tried ripping my hair out. It's my brand, Char, show a little concern." I rolled my eyes as he talked about his hair. He watched me with an entertained look and I decided to give him something to be entertained by.

"You know, three years ago I would have been all over you if you had just acted, Haz," I got closer to him, grabbing the sleeve of his outer shirt and tugging on it gently. My eyes flickered up to his flirtily and I saw his eyes widen as he understood what was going on. I straightened my body and stood straight and let both of my hands go to his hair and begin "fixing" it. "Too bad I've changed,"

My voice was low and sweet as I rubbed his hair and sauntered out of the kitchen, my breathing heavy. I laughed as his voice sounded loudly from the previous room, obvious irritation noticeable.

"Oh, you bitch!" 

WHATS THIS.

AN UPDATE??????

lol only a year late!! ok this is legit the most boring thing ive ever written and its pretty much because i have NO idea where i want this story to go anymore but hey heres something maybe if i just keep writing something will come to me who knows i dont hahahahahaha read and weep my dear friends, sorry its crap!