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by kissybeatriz

by kissybeatriz

"Frank! Guess what?" You call when you arrive home, "I am a photographer, a real-life one. Let's take a walk to celebrate..." You freeze when you spot a bottle of wine on ice in the kitchen, "Hello? Is someone here? I'm renting this house!"

"Well, there must have been some sort of mix-up." A familiar voice says behind you.

"What are you doing here?" You jump when you find Harry, "I thought you had to present your paper?"

"I did, but it didn't go very well." He shrugs.

"What happened?"

"They said they felt I believed what I was saying, so if I wasn't buying it, why would they?"

"So what are you going to do?"

"Start over. Do you know of a place where I could stay for a while and work on it?" He smirks.

"What about Camille?"

"I tried to make s'mores for her in the apartment, but I set fire to the drapes, so..."

"You're kidding."

"Actually I am. The truth is..." He takes your hands in his, "I'm in love with you, and there's no other place I'd rather be."

"Well, we probably should make some rules if we're going to be under the same roof?" You tease.

"Fine. Let's start with rule number one." He leans down and places his lips on yours.

"Hello?" Someone calls, and you pull away from Harry as Tyra appears, "y/n you forgot your camera at the gallery, dear."

"Thanks." You take it.

"Harry, I was wondering when you'd be back." She smiles.

"How did you..." He frowns.

"The light is absolutely perfect right now, let's take a picture outside, come on." She interrupts him.

Harry shrugs at you and you laugh, you both following Tyra to take a picture that would join all the other ones that are on the wall of the house that caught your attention when you first arrived.

THE END.