"We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
And time's forever frozen still"
They say a photograph is worth a thousand words. They are wrong. A photograph is a moment in time when you and everything around you stops, forever frozen in that position, however, while you freeze the earth continues to move. So, to me, a mere one thousand words could not describe a photograph, at least not one that embodies her.
I watch her off in the distance, the London sun shining down on her skin and casting a glow that is so effortlessly beautiful. A content smile is set on my face as I lean back, both of my palms resting flat on the sheet I laid for us in the park. I reach in the bag I had prepared for this afternoon and retrieve the top quality camera Cal helped me pick out when I first took interest in photography. I quickly pop off the lens cap and adjust the appropriate settings before snapping some photos of her in this blissful state.
"You found it," I cheer when I see her approaching me with the kitten she had spotted and ran off to rescue. I offered to help, but she refused and made me stay on the blanket and watch our property. Women. Always so controlling.
"It's so cute, Harry!" She coos, while gently caressing the small, gray kitten that lay in her arms. I scoot over to her when she sits down and run my fingers along it's soft fur.
"Can I hold him? Her? It?" I extend my arms out for our new found friend and she quickly twists away from me, shielding me from taking it from her.
"No, she is mine!"
"Geez, you hog cats just like Gemma does. I like them too, you know," I cross my arms, pretending to pout while she baby talks to the kitten and places kisses on her head. "Are you sure it's a girl, do I need to double check?"
"Yes, Harry, I am sure it's a girl. I am well aware what balls look like." She chuckles, rolling her eyes and offering me the kitten, which I gleefully accept.
"Well I know you're familiar with my balls, I just didn't know if..." She slaps her hand over my mouth before I can finish my sentence. A deep laugh vibrates in my chest at her flushed cheeks.
"Shut up, a fan could walk up and hear you!" She scolds me before uncovering her hand from my mouth. Her eyes scan the area to make sure there was no one in ear shot that could have heard me and she settles back down when she discovers, so far at least, we are alone.
"Ew," I say, pulling fine hairs out of my mouth. "You had cat hair on your hands and it got in my mouth." I chuckle, grabbing at the last hair that resided on my tongue.
"Good," she laughs along with me, grabbing some food that I had packed for lunch. "What should we name her?" She asks, biting into her chicken salad.
The kitten is on it's back with her belly in the air, swatting at my index and middle finger when I use them to tickle her. Her body frail- malnourished from being abandoned so young. It makes me wonder if someone purposely dropped her off out here like a piece of trash they no longer wanted or if she somehow got separated from her mother who was a stray too. Either way, both make me sad but also glad that we were the ones to find her.
"Well," I start, "she does have the same hair color as Lou. So how about Louise Teastail. Get it Teasdale Teastail." I throw my head back laughing at myself. I have to remember to tell Lou that one. Some people think my jokes are corny, but I find them damn hilarious. "Come on, baby, you know that was funny."
"Not in the slightest." She shoves a fork-full of chicken salad into her mouth before stuffing some into mine, I'm assuming to shut me up.
"You're the bestest." I say in between chews, swallowing, and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "How about Chanel?" She raises a brow to me. "Because Zayn and Perrie have Prada and then we will have Chanel. They can be bffls!"
"Chanel? That's actually kinda perfect, Harry." She smiles, leaning over and planting a kiss on my lips. When she goes to pull away I stop her, planting my hand, that isn't cradling Chanel, onto her neck. She responds by placing her hand on my chest. The kiss isn't lustful or hungry but soft and innocent. Our lips hold their contact for a few more seconds before I let her break away. I slide my tongue over my lips before bringing my bottom one into my mouth to savor the flavor of her lips on mine- the perfect combination.
"Take Chanel, will you?" I motion towards the purring kitting that is fast asleep on my arm. Snuggled against the soft fabric of my printed button-up.
When my hands are free I sift through the bag until I find my second camera, my polariod.
"Smile," I direct before pressing the button, making her and everything around her freeze, capturing the moment. "Perfect," I pleasantly grin, pulling the photo from the bottom of the camera. I sit it to the side and let it develop while I search for a sharpie.
"Why didn't you get in the photo?" She frowns.
"I spend 99% of my time in front of the cameras." I scribble some writing on the back of the photo as I talk. "Sometimes it's just nice to be the guy behind it for a change," I shrug, handing her the photo. "Read the back," I encourage. "Out loud."
Her eyes narrow in a curious fashion but she does as I ask, flipping the photo over and reading the message aloud.
"The real 'Harry girls'," she giggles while she continues, "and I'll always come back to my girls. All my love. H"
"So you can keep me
Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans
Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone, wait for me to come home"
