° touch down ° h.s. {a.u.}

° chapter seven °

° seven °

Avalon didn’t say anything as Harry drove through the city, and finally he stopped at as ASDA. Avalon had come to find these places just like WalMarts and couldn't count all the times she had stopped here quickly with Harry to grab something.

“What are we doing here?” Avalon asked. Harry took her hand as soon as she was out of the car and didn’t let go as he dragged her through the giant store. He pulled her past the clothing, music and movies until they came to the picture and camera area.

“Developing pictures,” Harry said as he stopped in front of one of the self print booths. He plugged his phone into the port and nervously tapped his foot as he waited.

“Why are we developing photos?” Avalon asked, watching as all the pictures from Harry’s phone showed up on the touch screen.

Harry started scrolling through the numerous amounts until he found the album he was looking for labeled: Avie.

“Well I like having pictures around the flat,” Harry said, “And with that monstrosity of a picture gone and done with, I figured we needed some more to replace it.”

“So we’re getting pictures of …”

“Us,” Harry said turning to Avalon, “We’re finding pictures of us.”

Avalon blushed as Harry gripped her hand again, using his other one to flip through all the pictures the two of them had ever taken together. “Okay but no selfies,” Avalon giggled as she looked at the pictures Harry had taken with his arm holding out the phone and Avalon standing behind him, looking over his shoulder.

“Aw, seriously?” Harry pouted, “Those are my favorite.”

“No. They make us look immature,” Avalon said, nuzzling her nose against his shoulder.

Harry smiled and flipped through some more. They spent two hours looking through the pictures. In the end they came up with ten different pictures they’d taken together, each one goofier than the next. Harry punched in his order and the lady at the stand looked up at them. “Your pictures will be ready in twenty minutes.”

“Thank you,” Harry bowed, making Avalon giggle again. She liked this side of Harry. When he was goofy but in charge. He turned to her and smiled, “We should go and find frames.”

“Frames,” Avalon nodded, “Alright then.”

“But one rule,” Harry smiled, “They have to be the ugliest, cheesiest ones you can find.”

“So … lots of big red hearts and the ones with little animals all around the border?” Avalon asked excitedly.

“Of course!” Harry cried.

As they waited for their prints, Harry and Avalon joked with each other about the ugly photo frames they could find. One had a pair of giraffes who’s necks made a heart and another was one huge purple heart with the words saying ‘i wuv u’ in over the top cursive.

By the time they got back to the building, it was far later than either of them remembered. It was almost midnight by the time they both got back to Harry’s flat and dumped the frames out onto the counter along with the package of pictures.

“Alright,” Harry said, “I call the frame that has ocean waves.”

“As long as I get the one with flowers,” Avalon agreed. They spent the next half hour framing the photos and arranging them different ways on Harry’s now empty bookcase. Finally, as one in the morning crept around, they took a step back to admire their work.