Pride {l.s.}

38- Beautiful Pictures

The Story So Far:

Louis has been overworking himself over a large order of paintings, so Harry invites him to help him take pictures at one of his wedding jobs.

Spanish Version Available: Pride | l.s. [Traducción al español] by InLarryLove

Harry walks down the aisles of empty plastic chairs that sit outside in the grass field. His camera is practically always held up to his eye. He's been to so many outdoor venues that he automatically knows the best angles to make the scenery look amazing based on location, shadows, and the sun. The gazebo that's covered in flowers is currently unoccupied since the wedding doesn't start for another hour.

I can imagine Harry in high school as I watch him walk around at the wedding venue. He was probably an artsy kid that wore beanies and always had a smile on his face. When I looked through his pictures the other day, a lot of them were of his friends and at school. He probably walked around with a camera plastered to his body.

"How do you decide what to take pictures of?" I ask him as I follow where he walks around the venue. He wears a black and white suit today that isn't normal, but it's normal for Harry. It has soft black roses that curl over the white material. I fumble with the buttons on the camera and try to recall what Harry told me about how to use it.

"I take pictures of things I find beautiful." Harry turns around and snaps a picture of me. "Like you. I could take hundreds of pictures of you."

I roll my eyes at his cheesiness. "I am stunning, but isn't that your company camera?"

"The one I have is. They'll get every picture on this camera. You have my personal one."

My eyes open wide. "You trust me too much."

Harry shrugs his shoulders before turning to take more pictures. "I trust you, Lou, and too much is never enough."

Harry finally convinces me to start taking pictures alongside him as guests begin to show up. It's a nice Florida day. I get pictures of the clouds as they move in. The shade of them cools the air as the guests all finally arrive and take their seats. There's a lot of talk going on between family members and friends as they await the couple getting married.

"I'll take the left side, and you can take the right," Harry explains as we both realize that the bride and groom will be coming soon. "I'll cross over the back and get some from the middle aisle. You can just stay on the left."

I nod my head. "You know, you have quite a fun job. This is nice."

"I like the weddings better than like the photo shoots sometimes. Everything is more candid. Everyone seems happier than when I make them pose," Harry comments. We hear the music start to play, and we both know that it's starting. Harry bends down and gives me a quick peck on my forehead. For a moment, I am stunned. I haven't had much public affection in my life. At first, I think that this is wrong. We shouldn't be doing this let alone in public, but as I look into Harry's eyes, I remember how right it is to be with him.

"I'll see you after the ceremony," I say with a smile. I walk away from Harry, and I can still feel his eyes on me. I'm just happy that Zayn had an old tuxedo that didn't fit him anymore. The jacket fits well, but Harry burst out laughing when he saw that the pants were a little long. My white dress shirt underneath the jacket hides all tattoos. My outfit is a lot more boring than Harry's, but I don't mind. As I glance back at him once I take my spot, I see him standing on the right side of the chairs.