Chasing The Playboy /// H.S Fanfiction

Photographs

(She-said)

For a while now I've been with my dad after school ever since Gemma started joining clubs and Harry was to busy with soccer practice. I always thought that when kids around my age moved in across from me that it would be fun and we would hang out a lot but now I'm kind of thinking things haven't changed except the way I've been acting. Harry's changed me, but not the neighborhood. The basketball court is still always so empty.

My dads a photographer, always taking pictures for clients. I think my dads work is amazing, it always gets me interested but he's a well know man. It started when he took a picture of an unknown singer, but that singers career took off and that picture my dad took became his well known and best picture yet, making the singers debut and my dads take off.

My father takes pictures of the outdoors as well for books. He loves his job and has pure passion for it. He would always talk about how it's amazing to capture the beauty of the world in just a small lens. It may not capture everything but it's a step. He would keep going on about his job, then him, then his college and high school days making me learn new things about him day after day.

"So that kid Harry, you like him right?" Dad asked all of a sudden. It made my face turn beet red. "Dad!" I said like a teenage girl asking her dad for a new purse but he wouldn't budge always saying no. Wait, off topic.

"Why do you?" He's asking to much questions. I thought about it for a second though. I've never been asked that question. I started to explain the first time I saw him and about his green eyes, his now full headed curly hair, and those dimples. Basically I kept going on and on about him letting myself loose my train of thoughts.

"Just remember Serena, a lens can only take a picture of natures beauty from the outside, leaving us oblivious to what's on the inside." He said. I thought about what he just said and I don't understand what he meant by that. I thought the beauty of the pictures he takes is what he loves about his job. And what's this about seeing the inside? My face must have confusion written all over it because he lets out a chuckle.

"You'll find out soon." He said and went back to talking about the normal things he would. He started talking about how he found his passion for photography and started talking about me and what my passion is. Honestly I don't even know what it is or what I want to be when I grow up. I wanted to find some thing that made me ramble on about the things dad does, like its what he was born for. I'm in highschool and college is near maybe I will just wait to find myself in college.

I found what my passion was though not keeping my words about college. One day as I was on my way to school when I had decided to walk because I left the house to early. On my way I was window shopping and this unique notebook caught my attention. The leather that covered it was breathtaking, old looking but that's what made it even better. The pages were old but when I brushed my fingers against them they sent chills down my spine. I saved up money and bought the leather journal writing down lyrics that pop to my head with melodies I make up in my mind. I also would do little sketches and drawings on the side.

One day as I was on pandora listening to music one song caught my attention to the fullest. I couldn't get it out of my head. Read all about it, by Emelie Sandé. I got out my old acoustic guitar and I found a way to turn the pianos melody and use it with a guitar. I would perform that song in my room alone with the guitar singing alone. Then I found myself singing my original songs.

"Daddy! Daddy!" I screamed as I came back from school. I ran up to him jumping into his arms. He spun me around and set me down gently. "What is it princess?" He asked. I had a huge smile stuck on my face as I explained it all to him, about how my passion is music and art. He was excited for me and told me how he will be my number one fan from now until forever on. The bad thing is I have stage fright and my parents never even heard me sing before but I was hoping things would change.

A day after something amazing happened. Things did change. I bumped into a women as I was window shopping on a Sunday evening. I dropped my notebook and as she was handing it to me my lyrics caught her in amaze. She gave me her business card asking if I ever want my songs to be sung then to just call her. I did and I was asked if I can sing my own songs myself, I was skeptical and asked her if I could have time to think about it and so that's what I'm doing but some how the lyrics to my songs were shown, and many music producers wanted to by my song.

I love music, it's the only thing I can loose myself in and it's what I want to do for the rest of my life, maybe one day I can sing one of my own songs. One of my songs about these strong feelings I have, for music, and Harry.

That all changed when I went to school the next day. I was going to ask Harry what he thought about my lyrics until I heard him and his friend talking about me.

"I can't wait to see Serena and ask ab-" his friend Marc started saying but was cut off by Harry.

"Honestly she sucks and all those songs she probably writes in her journal are sappy horrible songs about how she thinks she can have it all when she can't!"

That's when I felt my whole world was broken into a million pieces and then set aflame to burn into ashes. I can't believe Harry would say something like that...

I started to walk away holding onto the notebook as tight as I could. It's not all horrible songs. There good. My voice is good. I'm good at performing. He's lying, he's just in a bad mood, he doesn't mean any of it does he?

Someone grabs my shoulder stopping me from walking any faster, Kenzy. Kenzy is my best friend but she's also close to Harry so that's where I got my information from. She turns me around making me face her. She lets out a sigh and wipes away my tears.

"I know what your thinking and yes, he was just is in a bad mood. Don't let it get to you okay?" She said. I showed her a little smile and nodded.

The next few days were horrible. It's not what Harry said that got me down but what's been being said around the school. Rumors about my songs. That is my real passion, so why are they hating on it?

I went through the days, and weeks with the rumors buzzing. Finally one day I got home bursting into tears in my dads arms.

"What's wrong Bambi?" That's my fathers nickname for me. He says that since I got huge brown eyes like a deers. I explained to him about the rumors and what Harry said. He pulled me out the hug and left. He came back with something covered with a sheet.

"This is for you. I knew you would get hate and that's normal. I do to but don't let that take away what you love most. This is for you." I pulled the sheet off of if and it was a picture in a picture frame. The picture was of me singing in my room with my guitar. It was a great shot. The sun was setting, shadowing me making everything else all look grey and white with me being the only light. It looked as if I were on a real stage. Leave it to my dad to make me feel better of course.

"I love you, thanks daddy."

"I love you too Bambi."