28/09/2017 6:52PM
Harry was downstairs in his shop, he had decided to give the shop a clean tonight by polishing the counters and picture frames, giving the floor a hoover and a mop.
New York was loud outside the shop window but he was startled by intense banging.
He looked up to tell whoever it was that they were closed but he saw the girl with blonde hair that was covered by a hood and the panicked expression on her face.
He quickly rushed to the door and let her in, her eyes were big and frightened like a deer in headlights.
"Thank you." She spoke as she yanked the hood down.
Why was she here?
"Are you okay?" Harry asked her.
She rolled her eyes, "What you mean is, why are you here?"
"No, Summer, I mean are you okay and why are you here?"
She took a seat on one of Harrys chairs while looking out the window a rush of people, holding cameras and shouting, passed by.
"You were getting chased by paparazzi?" He asked.
"Yeah, they're pretty wild. I only went out for some milk and they will change it into something about me being pregnant at twenty and craving milk!" She snapped.
"Pretty crazy." Harry mumbled, "Are you okay?"
She nodded, "Now I'm not fearing for my life I'm sure I'll be just fine."
Harry nodded and went back to mopping the floor, Summer spent a moment looking at all of the pictures hung up around the shop.
"Hank signed you, didn't he?" She asked.
Harry continued mopping, "Yeah, I don't plan on leaving either."
"You should." Summer answered.
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Picture 18 ~H.S~
Fanfiction~You're like eating a whole chocolate cake, tempting, sweet and a huge mistake.~ "Why did you call your business Picture 18?" "Because I believe all memories should be trapped and life begins when you're eighteen."
