Photographer (Larry) -DISCONTINUED-

Chapter 1

Zayn and I had just returned to our apartment. We were flat mates along with our other best mate Liam, who also goes to University with us. He didn't go today though because he has the flue. I unlocked and pushed the door open walking into our medium sized flat. Zayn walked in too, laughing at his own lame joke as I rolled my eyes.

"It wasn't even funny." I said and Zayn shrugged and then pushed me..

"Shut up!" He mumbled and I laughed pushing him back.

"Did I huwt your wittle feelings?" I teased and he stuck his tongue out at me.

That's when I remembered that Liam was sick and probably asleep. Oops. I brought my finger up and pressed it to Zayn's lips before he could sarcastically reply to me and he went cross eyed trying to look at my finger before he slapped my hand away.

"What are you doing?" He hissed as I toed my shoes off and slowly tip toed towards the couch where Liam was laying.

"Liam is sick. He's going to be pissed if we woke him up." I went on to say as I placed my hands on the back of the couch and leaned forward hovering above Liam's sleeping figure. He seemed to be asleep so I smiled happily that we didn't wake him up. I was about to walk into the kitchen when his deep and raspy-I-have-just-been-woken-up-voice startled me.

"Damn right he's pissed." He croaked out and I cringed. I laughed half-heartedly and walked around the couch with such grace I must have looked like freaking Edward Cullen! I sat down next to Liam and gave him an apologetic smile.

"Pfft that Malik kid can't keep his mouth shut!" I mused smiling innocently at my best mate.

"I leant from the best!" Zayn smirked and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You are both so. Fucking. Noisy!" Liam groaned sitting up.

"Aaah but if we weren't noisy then who would be?" I wondered patting his knee.

"Nobody and that would be a dream come true." He sighed dreamily. Boy would we all be good at drama!

"Aye but you love us." I grinned and he scoffed.

"Barely." He winked and I gasped but then we both started to laugh as I wrapped my arm around his shoulder.

Zayn finally joined us in the living room sitting down on the arm chair with a mug of hot tea. I pouted at him since he didn't make me one. He pulled the cup closer to him so I knew that it was his and only his and I pouted even more.

"Li! He didn't make me one." I whined and Liam sighed as he looked at Zayn.

"Zayn why didn't you just make him one?"

"Because he's twenty years old. I think he can manage making his own cup of tea." He said and I pouted even more poking Liam on the head.

"Ugh I feel like I'm a father or something." Liam mumbled and Zayn and I burst out laughing.

We were all used to our weird behaviour. We were like it all the time so this was normal for us. After Liam told us about what he did while we were at Uni which was sleep, pee and eat soup; it was time for Zayn and I to tell him about our project.

After explaining everything to him, Zayn said what picture he was going to take first and then I told Liam who I wanted to photograph. He stared at me for a minute, processing what I just said and then he started to laugh. I crossed my arms and looked at him.

"What?" I cried and he breathed in deeply trying to calm down but failing as he started to laugh again. "What's so funny? Is there something on my face?" I asked Zayn, scrunching my nose up.

"Oh mate!" Liam said finally calming down and resting his hand on my shoulder. "There is no chance in hell that you will get a picture of the world famous model."

"Thanks for the support." I muttered actually hurt and Liam was quick to realize that.

"Oh no! I'm sorry Lou. But I'm just staying the truth." He said sadly and I stared at the coffee table.

"Li is right Lou. I know you're supposed to follow your dreams and accomplish all your goals but this certain goal is just too hard to accomplish." Zayn added and I sighed as Liam then decided to continue.

"I mean even professional photographers don't get the chance to take a picture of him."

"Well thanks for your help guys!" I spat sarcastically. "But I'm going to meet him and I'm going to take his picture for my project and I'm going to prove the both of you wrong." I snapped as I got up and disappeared into my room, slamming the door behind me.

I stayed in my room all evening, studying and trying to come up with ideas of how I can at least meet the handsome model himself. Though it was harder than I thought. First I had to make sure he was in England and then I needed to see where exactly in England. If he isn't in England I'm practically doomed. I groaned as I closed the book and pushed it away from me.

Later on there were two knocks at my door and some sad voices outside of it asking for them to come in. I told them to come in and both my best friends apologized and told me that they would help however they could to meet the man who inspired me to become a photographer in the first place.

After a big group hug Zayn and I headed out, driving towards the beach to take his picture. We parked and climbed out of the car and walked down the pier. Zayn was taking pictures of me and I took some of him as we pulled silly faces and posed dramatically. We were waiting for that perfect moment. The perfect moment when the sun was just low enough.

The sky was being painted with reds and oranges as dark clouds had scattered across the plain canvas. Zayn smiled as he pointed to the sky.

"It's perfect!" He marvelled and I looked up at the sky and watched as a cloud covered the sun. I looked back over at Zayn and he was smiling even wider. I smiled then and walked to the edge of the pier and sat down my back towards Zayn.

After ten minutes of Zayn taking pictures he declared that he had the perfect one. He came and sat next to me and we went through them until he stopped on one.

"That's it!" He cheered as I examined the picture nodding my head.

I wrapped my arm around Zayn's shoulders and gave him a squeeze.

"That's awesome Z! I'm sure Mr Jensen will love it!"

"Hope so! Now we have to figure out how to get the picture you want." He said.

We sat together on the edge of the pier just watching the sun set. I couldn't ask for better friends, they were both willing to help me out with Harry and that's all I really ask of them. Their support.

A/N: Zayn's picture on the side!