Shakespeare's Love Story

Chapter 1

A/N: It's another one ma boys

It was a typical day for Harry, taking photos of the landscape, people and things that caught his attention.

He brought out his camera and snapped a few pictures of the horizon when he saw a man, boy? Who looked around his age, sitting cross-legged on a bench with a bag and a few books spread out beside him. To say he was beautiful was an understatement. The way the light caught his face and his tongue was subtly poking out of his mouth. He looked concentrated on whatever book he was reading.

It wasn't like he was spying on him, but he felt like he should get to know more about him like it was his duty. Harry slowly approached him with many thoughts running through his head. For example, what should I say? What should I do? Will he like me?

Harry's thoughts were eradicated as a crunching sound came from underneath his feet when he was close to the boy. It was not quite Autumn, but it was coming close to it. Summer had nearly finished and already you could see the effects of the season. Small puddles of leaves were on the ground, and the wind was already a bit colder than usual.

The boy lifted his head up to look around until his eyes landed on Harry. His breath hitched slightly at the sight of the blue-eyed boy in front of him, and maybe he swooned a bit when he smiled brightly at him.

"Err...H-Hey" Harry stuttered. He tried to be confident, but it just wasn't working.

"Hi, can I help you with something?" he questioned, a few strands of his hair flopping in front of his face as he turned his head to the side.

"Sorry to disturb you but I was wondering if I could take a photo of you?"- the boy raised an eyebrow- "I-It's for a photography project I'm doing, don't worry" he said quickly afterwards.

"Alright then" he smiled.

"Really?!" Harry smiled back, making sure to show off his dimples.

"If you are going to, I should at least know your name, though?"

"Harry," he said as he held out his hand to shake.

"Harry Styles?" the boy replied before taking his hand in his.

"Yeah...How do you know me?"

"You used to take photographs for the local newspaper didn't you? I remember seeing your name there a few times, by the way, I'm Louis, not Lewis."

Louis...it had a nice ring to it.

"Nice to meet you Louis, not Lewis" Harry grinned, and Louis laughed.

"You know what I mean," Louis said. "I think the photos you would take were superb, and I didn't think you would look like this, you seem different from what I get from your photos."

"Is different...good?"

"Differently's great."

Silence had overtaken them before Louis said something again. "Are you going to take the photo?"

"Yes! yes, sorry" he blushed as he took a few paces away from him.

"Is there anyway you want me to be positioned?" Louis asked him with what seemed like a hint of shyness in his eyes.

"No, the way you are right now is perfect."

Setting his camera to 'Single shots', he took a picture of him sitting cross-legged on the bench with his books with him.

The sunlight hitting his face illuminated it, making him look even more angelic than he already was. His body was slightly slouched, but he made it look like Harry had just taken a photo without him noticing. Harry thought each of the photos were perfect, but each was slightly different from the others.

Sometimes he would accidentally look up when the photo had been taken, but he was very photogenic if you asked Harry.

"Thank you, do you want to see them?" Harry asked.

"Alright, just a few" Louis smiled.

Harry walked over just as Louis cleared one or two books out of the way. He patted the bench for Harry to sit down on and he followed his command.

"Wow you made me look really good," Louis said in awe.

"It's not me, it's just the camera."

"You were the one who took it, though" he smiled.

"Thank you...I think I should probably go now, I'll see you around...Louis?"

Louise nodded. "Sure, it was nice talking to you."

Harry got up from the bench and shyly waved goodbye to him. "Wait, could I umm...have your number? I wouldn't mind keeping in contact with you, you could see my projects as well" Harry asked nervously.

"I would love to..." -Harry smiled hopefully- "But I don't have my phone with me."

Harry frowned before coming up with an idea. "If I came here tomorrow, would you be here?"

"Yeah I should be, I'll see you then, bye Harry."

"And remember to bring your phone."

"Yes, my phone" he chuckled and gave me a thumbs up with a quick smile.

"See you tomorrow" and with that, Harry felt ten times happier than he was before.

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