First Love // H.S.

45

'Do you want something to drink?' Harry asks when we're standing inside his kitchen. The last time I was in his house was at his nineteenth birthday party.

'Um, a water would be nice. Thank you.' I say.
'Want something to eat?' He asks while he grabs a glass from the shelve.

'No, thanks.' I answer.
'Really? I know how much you like food, and how you never turn down an opportunity of eating food.' Harry tells. I let out a chuckle.

'No, thanks. I'm not hungry.' I say then.
'Alright. Just tell me if you get hungry.' Harry informs me while he fills the glass with water. He gives it to me.

'Thanks.' I say before taking a sip, leaving a silence. The silence gets broken after a few seconds because of Harry's ringtone. Someone's calling him. Harry takes his phone out of his pocket.

'It's Kendall.' He sighs.
'You can answer.' I say.
'You sure?' He asks.

'Of course. I just wouldn't tell her you're with your ex-girlfriend right now. She probably will get mad at that.' I tell. Harry nods in understanding, and picks up his phone.

'Hi, babe.' I hear him say while he walks to the hallway. Even though Harry has never called me "babe", it still hurts me. I should actually be feeling happy that he doesn't call her "love", like he used to call me.

I look around the kitchen. Nothing really changed in here, so I put the glass on the counter and walk to the living room.

I bend forward a little to inspect the pictures I've already seen dozens of times, feeling myself smile a little. Harry and Gemma were such cute, beautiful babies. And the school picture of Harry in seventh grade always gets me. His haircut was awful.

I pick up a framed picture of Harry, Niall and Louis that wasn't there the last time I came here. It's a pretty recent picture, since Harry already has his new hairstyle. When I put the framed picture down, I notice there's a photo that must have fallen on the floor while I picked up the picture of Louis, Niall and Harry.

I take the picture off the floor, and turn it around. I didn't expect to see myself with Harry on it. It's a photo of Harry and me smiling, taken on January first, 2012. I remember the exact moment.

We spent New Years Eve together with both of our families. Louis was really annoying, kept telling Harry and I to keep our hands off each other. He wanted to hang out with Harry while Harry wanted to hang out with me. So, I suggested to hang out with the three of us. As you can guess, Louis immediately sat down between Harry and I, and put his arms around us.

So, when the fireworks started, Harry was scared because he doesn't like fireworks for some reason. I made fun of him because of that. Then, my grandma walked up to us, and told us that we looked so beautifully in love, and that she wanted to capture the moment. She took her camera, told us to smile, and took the picture.

And that picture is just sitting here with all the other pictures. But why?

I sit down on the floor, my back leaning against the couch, while staring at the picture with a little smile on my face. I take my phone, turn on the camera, and make a photo of the picture.

I stare at the picture for I don't know how many minutes. Hours, maybe. I have no idea.

I finally look up from the picture when I see someone sitting beside me.

'Ah, yes, I should probably explain.' Harry starts when he sees what I'm staring at.

'We look so happy here.' I mutter.
'We were happy.' Harry answers.
'You were so cute.' I say, moving my finger over Harry's face on the picture.