We took a train to central London, and me and Harry talked. It was random things, really. Favourite books, movies, fruit. Childhood memories, clothing, friends and other random crap. When we got out of the train, the station was crowded. I ducked my head as me and Harry reached the stairs. He wound his fingers around mine as he pulled me up. I found myself clutching my camera.
We went to the bridge by the London Eye and I edged closer and closer to the Thames, pulling out my camera when I was sure people wouldn’t push me out of the way so that they could spot the London Eye, too. I took out my camera, focusing the lense and snapping pictures at different angles. I was so engrossed in taking pictures, I didn’t realise Harry was watching me, an amused smirk on his face.
I looked at him, lowering my camera. “What?”
“When you take pictures, you look so in to it… I don’t know, it’s really cool.”
“That’s kind of what happens when you’re passionate about something,” I teased, and Harry rolled his eyes playfully. “Which reminds me, I still want to hear you sing.”
“Alright, alright. One thing at a time. C’mon, let’s walk.”
This time, I found myself hooking my pinky with his. He looked at me. “Is this what you call hand holding?” He lifted his finger, which was still hooked around mine.
“It’s cute. Shut up.”
He chuckled, and it took us roughly half an hour to get to the end of the bridge. Partially because of me taking as many pictures as I could. I had expected Harry to complain, but he didn’t. He stood by me patiently whilst I took all the pictures I wanted, his eyes never leaving me. When we reached the end, he pulled me down the steps.
“You afraid of heights?” He asked.
“No. Are you?”
He scoffed. “Nah.”
“Why?”
“We’re going on the London Eye.”
We went into the small office where you could purchase tickets, and he bought us two tickets. I bit my tongue when he handed over the money, and he raised his eyebrows at me.
“Are you still demanding you pay for everything?” He asked me, his breath hot by my ear.
“Yes. I’ll never stop,” I admitted.
He shrugged. “Fine. Just bear in mind I won’t let you.”
We queued for the London Eye, and I took a few more pictures. When security searched my bag, Harry held my camera for me.
“This thing is fucking heavy,” he grumbled, and I rolled my eyes, taking my bag from the woman.
“Don’t be so weak.”
He handed it to me, and I took it. We stepped into the pod, accompanied by roughly ten other people. Harry sat down in the middle, watching me.
“What’s wrong, Harry, are you scared?” I teased.
He narrowed his eyes. “Am I scared? Okay, we’ll see.”
I moved around the pod, taking various pictures from different angles. When we reached the top, I moved to the side and took even more. London was stunning. I sighed contently, when suddenly there were a pair of hands on my hips. I jumped, turning around. Harry stood behind me, a grin on his face.
“What’s wrong, Brenna, are you scared?” He questioned.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Fair play, Styles.”
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Broken
Fanfiction"When something is broken, you can't fix it. But you can make it better. All it needs is love, care and attention." Broken. That's what Brenna was. With no family, and no money, it was a good thing she was smart. She had a scholarship for college a...
