Memories

Eleven

It was an old shop painted in blue-grey colour. The paint was old, really old. This place, I've been a long time ago.

With him.

"Okay, people, please calm down" the dude with the camera said between laughs and conversations. "The bride and the fiancé, please go in the middle, everyone stand still. there."

Everyone stood still and waited for the camera to shoot into their beautiful black suits and white dresses. Harry hold my hand. "One day it will be you" he whispered in my ear.

I smiled uncomfortably and he grinned seeing the effect he had on me. He really drove me crazy.

"Okay, the bride, Anne, you can stay here with the bridesmaids and the others, you can go."

Harry grabbed my hand and took me to the middle of a field behind the shop. He simply kissed me.

"You are the best thing that ever happened to me, Lauren."

"You too, Harry"

I love him so much, I thought to myself.

"Lauren? Lauren...?"

I shook my head slowly and came back to reality, That's where his mom took her marriage pictures. I remember...

"Yes. Sorry."

We knocked three times on the door. We didn't expected anyone to be there at this hour, but an old lady opened the door.

"What do you want?" she said with a grumpy voice. "Those kids, coming at this hour..."

I contained my laugh and looked at Niall: he did too.

"We're just... a friend. A friend told us he liked to go here," I lied. "So we wanted to give a look at this place."

Niall looked at me confused and understood. He then looked back at the lady and nodded briefly.

"Y-Yeah, like she said."

"Come in."

This lady wasn't nice at all. In fact, she even let us here and left - probably to go to sleep. I glanced at Niall.

"Let's examine this place" I muttered.

I first searched the desk, as Niall headed to the shelf. I opened the first drawer, but all I saw was a calculator and some papery stuff. The second was files. Nothing interesting in it, just plans on how to get money - in résumé. The third drawer opened and revealed a burgundy notebook.

I placed it on the desk and opened it. I figured soon that it was the book where the lady kept all the records: who order what and everything.

I looked at Niall with my jaw on the floor and he understood that I found something, so he ran to me.

"Look at this. The eleventh of September, Harry Styles. He ordered a portrait picture, one for his ID and one other."

Niall looked at me.

"Then? What do we do?"

"I don't know. I... Maybe we could ask to see the picture. But not now, Mrs Grumpy's asleep. Let's just go."

And Niall offered me a ride that I accepted. I didn't have a peaceful night at all, because all that I could think about was this picture. Was this an important picture, a clue, or was this just an irrelevant thing that Harry took with one of his friends?

The next day, I tried to avoid Halley. We didn't talk at all until the first period of afternoon. She came to me when I was at my locker, trying to push my books into it.

"Hey" she muttered.

"Hi."

"I want to let you know that I'm... I'll help you."

I closed my locker.

"What? Thanks!" I gave her a quick hug.

"Ugh, L, you don't need to give me a quick embarrassing hug. I'm your best friend" she rolled her eyes playfully and hugged me tight.

"I just can't stand to see you like this. We're too young to be this sad."