Evermore

Chapter 4

I sit at my desk, probably in the third or fourth hour straight of editing photos from the photoshoot with the boys. I must admit, these photos are coming out wonderfully. It's hard to mess up a photo when your models are some of the most gorgeous boys imaginable, and the setting their management had picked out suited them perfectly and made my job even easier.

My favorite photos are the ones I had taken towards the end when I requested the boys to just relax and stop posing. That was when their true personalities shone through and they looked the most at-ease. I finished editing the photo I was on and clicked to the next, almost startled when a close-up of Harry's face popped up on my screen.

I had nearly forgotten the image I managed to steal right before Louis tackled Niall, when Harry had looked up at the perfect moment and offered the perfect smirk and panty-dropping gaze. It nearly had my heart racing, I can't imagine what it would do to all the fangirls out there. I decided to leave it unedited, something about the absolute perfection of his almost symmetrical face begging to be left just as it was.

I was happy to comply.

As if on cue, my phone lights up with the notification of a call and Harry's name is displayed on the screen. I answer it but before I can say anything, Harry speaks in a somewhat rushed tone.

"I know I told you to call me when you were done with the photos, but I couldn't help it."

"Harry I've only been working on them for a couple hours!"

"So you've been staring at my face for hours? That's not fair, I haven't even been able to talk to you!" His tone almost makes me laugh. He sounds like a punished little child, and then I realize he basically just told me he misses me. No, that isn't it. We barely know each other.

"Speaking of..." he begins almost hesitantly, a complete shift from his previous mood. "I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner...with me?" There's a pause as I take in this information and I can almost feel the suspense in the air.

"I would love to, Harry." I say before any of my usual doubts come to mind.

"Really?" The British boy says and his mood has, once again, completely changed. 

"Yes," I laugh.

"That's fantastic! I'll pick you up at seven?"

I look at the clock, it's just about noon right now which gives me plenty of time to finish working and getting ready. "Sounds good. I'll see you then."

"Alright. Just text me your address. Bye Allie!" 

I hang up the phone with a chuckle and a warm feeling in my heart. Pushing it aside, like I do with most feelings, I get back to editing after texting Harry my address. It's no use, though as I'm constantly reminded of the boy I'm trying my best not to let consume my thoughts. So, I let him. I go through editing the photos as my thoughts are filled with Harry and his perfect dimples and kind smile. I think of his generosity towards me since our first meeting and the kind of person he's shown me he is. 

The next time I look up at the clock it's 5pm. Time flies when you're editing and this time was no exception. I decide I've worked enough for the day and should hop in the shower so I have enough time later to get ready. 

I take Simon out for a quick walk and as we're walking back in the door, I feel an intense pain in my lower abdomen. It was a pain that is only fit for one very special, very dear event that plagues my life.

My period.

Usually my period cramps knock me out for at least a day, and I just pray to God that this was not one of those times. Trying to ignore it, I hop in the shower and let the cold war run over my body. No matter how cold it got outside, I've always enjoyed cold showers and the way they feel so refreshing and awakening.