The video is Photograph by NickelBack I love them ❤️❤️
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It's only my second day in California and I don't want to leave the hotel. I'd rather stay here in this hotel room and do what I would do at home. Sit and stare at the computer for hours. But like the rest of my luggage my laptop was lost. So that means I'd have to actually go do something.
So I grabbed my bag from carry-on and took out my toiletry bag and went to freshen up so I could go shopping for some new clothes till my clothes could be tracked down. When I made my hair half way decent and my teeth were brushed I sighed heavily. Grabbing my key card and my phone and wallet. Seeing there were missed calls on my phone from two people.
One being my publisher Simon Cowell and then Doctor Bruner. I bit my lip as I tried to decide if I should ignore Simon and call Bruner back or just ignore both and go to get this freaking shopping done. I went with the second option and just decided to ignore them both. So I made my way down to the lobby and out the doors. This wasn't my first time in LA, I'd been here when I was on my book tour a few years ago. So without further ado I made my way to a clothing store.
I went through the store, I picked 5 pairs of jeans, 5 shirts and some boxers and a few pairs of toms and sneakers. I made sure to grab some socks as well and another hoodie. By the time my I had finished picking everything I headed to the register. I placed everything there and looked up to the cashier. I can't catch a fucking break. This guy is everywhere. He looked up with those green eyes, a mischievous smile taking over his features.
"Hello sir. Did you find everything alright?" At that moment I felt like my bones were turning to jelly and that I could melt and turn into a puddle of goo on the floor. His voice was deep, rugged, and British to my surprise. I couldn't find my words, my tongue stuck so I nodded. He nodded as well his curls flopping with the movement of his head. "That's good." He says as he folds the clothes and sticks them in a bag. "You know, if I didn't know any better I'd say you're following me. But since you just got here yesterday I'm sure that's unlikely." The man says, handing me my bags of clothing. I scoffed lightly.
"Pure coincidence." I say, he shrugs, handing me my change and shoved the receipt in my bag. As I was about to walk away he spoke to me. "Oh, I'm Harry by the way." He pokes out his hand. I look at it questioningly before shaking it. "I'm Louis, it's nice to meet you." I say, his hand was so warm and big. We stood there, him smiling at me and our hands conjoined. I coughed and pulled my hand away. "Well uh, maybe I'll see you around?" Harry says, I shrug, holding in the exciting thought of seeing him again. "Maybe." I then turned on my heel and left the store.
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It wasn't until I had gotten back to the hotel, showered and changed my clothes that I realized the guy, now known as Harry had written his number on my receipt. I couldn't help the blush that rose on my cheeks when I saw the little message on the bottom included.
'I've seen you three times, like they say third time's a charm, so here's my number. Give me a call ;)
***-***-****'
I rolled my eyes and blushed, maybe he didn't read my book and doesn't know who I am. I bit my lip, heading to the balcony and looked down at the little shop. I saw a tall figure with curly hair walk into the shop and a guitar case in hand. I wonder if that's like a job he does or if he does it for fun. Well there's only one way to find out. I went with my current drive of confidence to go out before I changed my mind. So I slipped into my toms and headed out the door, I put the number in my phone for safe keeping. I might use it later.
When I got to the shop I stood in line, Harry was tuning his guitar as he sat on the stool. I went and got myself a tea then chose a seat in the back of the shop, I wanted to hear him sing and play again.
Around twenty minutes later he was starting to play. First song he played was another one of my favorites.
It was Photograph by Nickel Back
'Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red?
And what the hell is on Joey's head?
And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out
And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times
I wonder if it's too late
Should I go back and try to graduate?
Life's better now than it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down
We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel
Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since god knows when
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
Every time I do it makes me...'
For some reason this song reminds me of my family and what I used to have, and what I'd do to have a family.
It makes me emotional, I sniffled, wiping my eyes. I looked up. Those damn green eyes, stared back at me, his eyebrows furrowed, I shook my head. I stood up, shoving my phone in my pocket and heading back to my hotel room across the way.
When I got out in the air, I took a deep breath, fishing out my phone and shooting this Harry guy a text.
'To: Harry
You have a beautiful voice, sorry I had to dash. Would you like to have coffee tomorrow morning or afternoon?
Lou xx'
Before I could give myself chance to wimp out I sent it. I then continued on to the hotel. So I could wait with anxiety for his reply.
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