MY GIRL // Harry Styles

His Muse

"Don't pose," Isaac said as he lifted the camera again, but Thea seemed even more confused by the instruction. She awkwardly sat on the park bench with her legs crossed and both hands on her knees, like one would do in a high school class photoshoot.

"Don't pose, Thea." He laughed, making the model roll her eyes.

"I don't know what to do," she said, showing a pucker between her brows. Isaac could already tell she was hot-tempered and impatient by nature, but he actually loved it.

"You know what? Let's talk," he suggested, leaving her puzzled. "Tell me why you were crying."

"It's complicated," she answered with a subtle smile and he quickly snapped a photo, but she didn't notice. "We've only just met, I don't want to scare you away."

"What? Are you a serial killer or something?" Isaac clicked his camera again as he chuckled.

"What if I am?"

"That makes two of us." He shrugged, taking one more shot of her laughing. "How old are you, Thea?"

"Twenty-five."

"Liar. You're not twenty-five." He scoffed at the playful smile on her face, moving to the left to capture a different angle of her.

"How old do you think I am then?" She raised an eyebrow.

And with a smirk, he joked, "sixteen."

"Sixteen?!"

Thea gasped, crossing her arms as both of them burst out laughing. She demanded him to be serious and tell her what he really thought, so he said, "somewhere between nineteen and twenty."

"Bingo! I'm turning twenty next month."

"Happy early birthday!"

"Thank you." She giggled and saw him snap another photo. "How old are you, Isaac?"

"Twenty-four."

"I know someone who's twenty-four."

"Well, surely I'm not the only one in this world who's twenty-four."

Pressing his lips into a smile, he came to sit down by her side and showed her their results. Thea was so impressed by those photos that she didn't know what to say besides how great she thought they were, but she assumed he'd heard that a lot already. As Isaac went back to the first photo, the one of her crying, he suddenly pressed delete. The photo had vanished by the time Thea grabbed his wrist and asked him what he'd done.

"I like that one!" She cried out.

"Let it go, Thea. You're not that crying girl anymore." He shook his head. "This is you." The way he'd said it while pointing to a photo of her beaming got Thea blushing hard.

"I think I look weird when I smile," she admitted.

"No, you don't!" He disagreed, chuckling at the look on her face as she probably assumed he wasn't serious. "From the view of a professional photographer, I can confirm that you have a beautiful smile."

"I don't believe you."

"Are you calling me a liar?" Isaac seemed offended, and she thought it was funny. "You know what? I'm gonna call you Smiley from now on, so you'll remember to smile more often."

Thea's body turned to stone as goosebumps pimpled her skin. Once again, she found herself back in the treehouse, she was standing in front of a boy whose eyes were as green as a meadow on summer days. "Bambi," he called her, and she almost answered. But the shade in his eyes was soon washed out by ocean blue when Isaac's voice pulled her back to reality.