Canon | (Harry Styles AU)

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People are always saying that 'What you see is what you get'. People that aren't photographers that is. When you take a picture you always get more then what you saw originally. As soon as you snap that shot you've captured more than anything eyes could have ever seen at a first glance.

Let's take for example the girl from the restaurant. What the waiter and anyone else looking saw was her smile, but what my camera saw was a girl pretending to be okay. The camera captured the real pain in her eyes, the pain her smile was distracting you from.

After we arrived home from dinner I spend the remainder of my day in the basement setting up my dark room. That's probably the best thing about this whole house: the fact that I get a dark room.

With most of the pictures developed, I look through my camera again and decide to print a few of the pictures I took of this girl just because. I look at them for a second before putting them onto my desk, along with all the other random shots I have there.

With my eyes no longer able to stay open any longer, I go to bed.

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"I'm going down to the mall and I..." My mom begins to say as she pulls up the shades of my window up, allowing the sun's light to shine in.

"Pass," I mumble, rolling over in bed, covering my face with my blanket.

"You're coming with me.I'm not asking, get up and dressed," My mom says tugging the blanket off my shirtless body.

"It's cold, give it back," I whine sleepily, curling myself up into a ball.

"Harry get up, this is my last day off before I go back to work,"She says,"I'll be busy all summer so.."

"So you have to punish me by dragging me all over the mall?" I whine.

"So I want to spend time with you," She corrects,"You have ten minutes. Move it bub."

"But Anne...."

"Harry," She says warningly pointing a finger at me. She's clearly not in the mood this morning,"You're going to ruin my good mood. I just want to spend sometime with my boy before things become too hectic. This summer is going to be very busy for me and I don't want to just...."

"Oh my god stop talking," I tell her, covering my ears in annoyance with her guilt trip rambling,"I'll go."

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"What do you think about this one?" My mom asks me again for the millionth time.

"It's a couch," I say blankly.

We've been at the mall for about an hour now looking for the 'perfect' couch for our living room. At this point they all look exactly the same to me. Actually no, they all looked the same from the beginning because they are all the same.

"Yes, but do you like it for the living room?" My mother asks me looking at the couch from several different angles.

"This looks just like the other couches you asked me about two seconds ago," I say yawning,"Just pick one and let's go."

"What did I say before we came in," She says looking at me with her brow raised.

I swear I feel like a little kid being bribed by his mom to behave because she's dangling a toy at the end. For me my mom is dangling the possibility of buying me a new lens. Meaning I have to pretend to give a shit about choosing a couch in a stupid place like Crate and Barrel.

"Sorry Anne...mom," I mutter rubbing my eyes again. Staying up all night to develop those pictures I took yesterday in my dark room probably wasn't the best idea, but it was worth it to fill up my wall with new scenic shots.