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Pictures

  I sprinted to the door in an act to answer before Oliver got there. My attempts were shoved into a deep dark hole as Oliver pushed me into the wall and ran in front of me.

 

  "Oliver!" My voice echoes right as the door is opened, revealing an amused Harry standing at my door, a small smile playing on his lips.

 

  "Was I interrupting?" He asks, mocking us.

  "Har! I haven't seen you in forever mate!" Oliver closes the door as Harry walks in and brings him into a hug. Oli and Harry were never really friends, I mean, they didn't hate each other or anything, it was just that they didn't get along as well as Harry and I did. Oli had always been labeled as the "annoying younger brother" so he was never really invited to join us in our plans.

 

  "Well I have been touring the world, so I haven't had time to see you much, mate." Harry laughed as they let go of their embrace. Oliver chuckled and pat Harry on the back and walks into the kitchen, leaving just me and Harry in the corridor. I was leaned against the wall where Oliver had pushed me and Harry was taking his shoes off, something my mum was extremely keen on. Personally I didn't see the point of taking off our shoes unless they were mussy, which Harry's obviously weren't, but I never brought it up because I knew Mum would flip out on me if I argued with her about something as unimportant as shoes.

 

  "So you just couldn't stay away from me, huh Charlie?" Harry's eyes flickered up to me in a joking manner and I scoffed.

 

  "Please. You wish I couldn't stay away from you." My voice came out a little over-dramatic, but if Harry noticed he didn't acknowledge it. He stood up straight and came over to me. I watched as he slowly leaned on the wall across from and and crossed his arms, mimicking my position. Smirking, he looked down at me and slowly started to move closer. I didn't back away, I just stood.

 

  "I'm not an idiot, Charlotte. I can tell you just can't stop thinking about me." He whispered before he turned around and headed up the stairs to my room. It was then I realized how fast and uneven I was breathing. Quickly I ran up the stairs and into my room to see Harry laying on my freshly made bed and looking at the ceiling.

 

  "You called me Charlotte." I said as I laid next to Harry, stomach down. He turned to look at me and just smiled.

 

  "You rearranged your room." He stated.

 

  "You've been gone three years, did you think I would still have the same layout as I've had since we were sixteen, Har?" As I said this, I flipped around onto my back and put my arms by my side. I twisted my head a little bit so that I was watching Harry's reaction.

 

  "Yeah I guess that's true. Still, I'm offended that you took down the picture of us." He pointed to a picture frame that now held a picture of me and Oliver from about four months ago. I loved the picture of Oli and I, I was smiling and looking normal, but Oli had this absolutely disgusted look on his face. But, the picture Harry was referring to, I loved more.

 

  It was from the beginning of year ten, and Harry and I were sitting on the floor of his room. My head had been thrown back in laughter at something Harry had said, and Harry was looking down at the ground and trying to hide his also laughing face. We were still in our pajamas, since I had wanted to get ready at the Style's house because Harry had told me he wanted to coordinate with me (even though I scratched that idea as soon as I heard it). My hair had been super messy, and Harry's curls were ruffled around, sort of how professional hair stylists make it look now. I had taken it out and for a long time the picture frame was empty, but I still had the picture of Harry and I in my dresser drawer, in case I ever wanted to put it back in the frame.  

 

  "Maybe I'll put it back in the frame while you're still here, so that you can remember it forever." I teased. Harry let out a laugh and grabbed his phone from his pocket. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could guess when suddenly he turned the phone to face me and I heard the shutter sound.

 

  "Don't you dare, Harry Styles." I warned. He locked his phone and put it on his chest as he turned to look at me.

  "Don't worry, Charlotte. That pictures just for me."