Picture 18 ~H.S~

24/09/2017 12:56PM

24/09/2017 12:56PM

Harry stumbled off the plane, his suitcase rolling behind him. He couldn't remember the name of the airport he was at, all he knew was he needed to find a taxi bank and get a taxi to his shop, well, and home.

He pushed his long hair out of his eyes as he plodded through the busy airport. It was a lot busier than Heathrow back in London.

Once Harry saw the yellow taxi he stood waiting. Just as he went to walk up to a cab a guy nudged past him.

"Hey." Harry whined, "I was getting in that taxi."

The guy looked at Harry, "Fucking Brit." His accent was thick, "welcome to New York."

The guy got in the taxi and it took off, Harry scoffed and walked towards the next taxi, quickly jumping in.

"Where you going?" The taxi drivers accent was also thick.

Come to think of it, everyone's accent here was thick although Harry knew that was because he was in New York.

"Picture eighteen, Times Square." Harry answered.

The taxi driver pulled out and the car journey had started. Harry watched the busy city out his window, he couldn't wait to go for a walk tonight.

He was a little sad about leaving his life in London behind but he needed too. He knew he would visit soon and after all his shop would be opening tomorrow.

The taxi guy pulled up and Harry handed him twenty dollars, telling him to keep the change.

He got out the cab and in front of him stood his shop. The white wood on the outside with the big bold black letters stood out, large windows on the outside peered into the modern store. Harry grabbed the keys from his pocket and slid it the lock, turning it.

The door opened and the smell of fresh pine filled his senses. He walked in, closing the door.

The floor was a light wood with a section of cream carpet buy the desk. The walls were a dazzling white and dotted around the small reception area were photos from his Louis Vuitton photoshoot, famous artists at the V-Fest and Bestival, family photoshoots, weddings and some birthday parties. He decided to leave his case there and walked through to the back.

There was two well decorated dressing rooms and then as he walked further down the hall, two large studios.

They had white backdrops and black walls, props placed around the outside of the rooms and all the expensive camera equipment all over the place. Harry nodded in approval as he walked to the end of the hall, there were two rooms, one with a computer and large printers and frames and the door to his flat upstairs.

He walked up the small spiral staircase and his eyes popped. His apartment held all of his furniture as well as the boxes to be unpacked, his living room large with dark wood floor, the kitchen was open with black marble tops. He walked towards one of the two rooms, a large bathroom with a black corner shower sat on one side, the tiles sparkling, there was a toilet and cabinet too.

He walked out and into his room, his double bed sat in the middle and there were huge black curtains on one side, he walked over and pulled them open, a floor to ceiling length window looked out onto the busy city of New York, the building not far off the middle of Times Square.

Harry drew in a large breath and sighed with amazement before going down to grab his suitcase.