LOUIS POV
Everytime I think about the job I have, I feel absolute disgust in myself for making myself due such a thing. The entire world hated people like me. I honestly hated people like me. It's funny because people think I'm one of the most handsome paparazzi out there but I could never believe those words. Lots of people think I have genuine photography skills and wonder why I would subject myself to this torture but most people wouldn't understand. When you're in love, you would do anything to see the person of your dreams right? Well what if the person was purposefully being kept away from you. It'd hurt you and it hurts me too. A photo of this person is literally the only way where I can see them. My heart won't surrender and it won't lose this battle.
I know I should be happy with the life that I have. I am dating Eleanor Calder. I have a decent job with a decent income. I even have a fanbase from what I've heard but I don't want any of that. I only want a boy with curls and a smile that drives me crazy. I quickly flipped through my photo book, looking at all the pictures I have of this boy. It's nostalgic because he was once so close to capturing my heart but now I have to capture photos of him. The name Harry Styles still gives me butterflies to this day.
I have been silenced many times before. Camera's are the only thing that know my secret. Everytime my camera flickers, you're getting a view into all the things that I loved, I hid and I still regret to this day. I have a love-hate relationship with my camera for that reason. It feels disgraceful being in a occupation like this but I can't leave Haz behind like this. I'm sure he understands why I'm doing this in the first place and he's used to it but I'm sure he would be disappointed if I left him like that. Even if I am doing something like this, it's to reassure him that I will always be there. I may not be there in a friend way but everytime my camera flickers he will know that my heart and soul is still with him.
"Smile for the camera!" I said enthuastically as I snapped a shot of the celebrity Harry Styles. This camera was the only thing I used on a daily basis but it was also something I started to hate after a while. I feel like a dick for invading privacy but it's something I need to do in order to earn money to help out my mum. No one understood my job and how much I hated it but at the end of the day, it's not about the money to me. It's about seeing the happiness in my mums eyes when she realizes we have enough money to buy groceries.
"I hate all these paparazzis, will they ever leave me the fuck alone?" Harry screamed out to everyone as they crowded him for pictures. He ran his fingers through his hair. The usual glimmer in his green eyes had been missing lately. Harry pushed through the crowd and walked into his mansion. He loudly slammed the door behind him.
I could actually hear the desperation in his voice. He couldn't even be in his own house without cameras constantly clicking. He goes through that everyday and doesn't even get any time to himself. He's always signing autographs even when it's late and he's visibly tired. He's such a fantastic rolemodel for his fans. He is always doing things for the fans. Sure, he seems a little down lately but it still hasn't changed how much of a caring person he truly is. You could literally see the sadness in his green orbs and this is another reason why I hated my job. I'm sure poor Harry is tired of his privacy being invaded.
I hopped into my car and a One Direction song had been playing on the radio. I quickly turned the song up to full blast. The song was Little Things and I sung along to the song. One Direction was an inspiration for me so I couldn't be happier to blast them everytime they came on the radio. I waited for my favourite part before proceeding to start singing again "I'm in love with you and all these little things." I loudly sung along.
