She | A Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 11

Seeing the sunrise has always been something I've admired. Since moving here, I've made it a goal to watch the sunrise at least once a week. When I'm at Harry's house, it makes it easier since he lives right on the beach. I didn't expect to stay at his house last night, but he insisted I didn't drive home after the movie.

One of my hobbies is photography. I love taking pictures of the sunrise. I grabbed my phone and took a quick picture of the sky. It was swirled with pink and blue. I decided to post it on my Instagram story, putting the time and date. I uploaded it and turned off my phone before turning back to the sky. I had two other cameras with me. Harry bought both of them. He says he didn't buy them for me, but told me I was more than welcome to use them whenever I pleased.

It was a film and Polaroid camera. Usually, Harry wakes up and watches the sunrise with me, but I figured he wouldn't come today. He should sleep in. He's been busy with writing songs and other Harry Styles business. I grabbed my film camera and took a quick picture of the sky, then grabbed the Polaroid camera to do the same thing.

"Good morning." A voice sang. I turned my head with the camera still in my eye. I could see Harry standing next to me, holding out a cup of coffee for me to take. 

"Good morning," I said, looking up at him. He smiled as he saw I was holding up the camera. I took a quick picture before reaching for the coffee. The picture printed and I smiled at it as Harry sat down next to me with a sigh. I would keep that picture for later.

"It's pretty out. You think it's going to be a good one?" He asked, sipping his drink. I took a drink of my coffee too.

"I hope so." Silence loomed between us as we watched the sun begin to rise. It was perfect. The waves crash along the beach. The sun popped up from the horizon. Sitting next to Harry. 

"Are you ready to go shopping?"

"You were serious?"

"Umm, yeah." I smiled a little and he laughed.

"When are we supposed to be on The Late Late Show?" I asked.

"October fifth." He answered. I nodded, trying to plan out my week. 

"When are we leaving to get the clothes?" 

"Well, I was thinking... we make some breakfast and then head out." He suggested. By 'we' he means that he will be making breakfast while I sit on the barstool and talk to him. I usually offer to help him, but he rarely lets me.

"Sounds perfect," I said, looking over at him. The light of the sun was making his skin look golden. He was staring at the beach. I turned back to the sky, seeing it was now more golden than pink. I took a sip of my drink. Harry reached over to my towel and grabbed the two cameras. He faced me, pointing both of them in my direction. I suddenly felt my cheeks warm up with a blush.

"Smile." He said. 

I laughed in awkwardness as he pressed both buttons at the same time. As the Polaroid printed, he took it and put it next to him before pointing the camera at both of us again. His eyebrows were pulled together in concentration as he clicked the buttons at the same time. He took that Polaroid before I could get it. He turned the film camera back to the sun and tried to click it, but it was out of the film. I gave a small chuckle while he looked over at me.

"I guess it's out."

"Seems to be." I agreed. "Come on, let's have some breakfast." We both got up, grabbing the cameras and towel. I followed him into his house where, again, he had me sit on the barstool and just talk.

After he made us some French toast, we found out that Sofia was not going to come to the mall with us because she had work. Once we finished eating, Harry drove us to the mall. I figured we would go to a small store, but he went straight for the expensive brands, insisting that he'd pay for them.