Photograph | H. S.

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The next day, you finish taking the books you'll need out of your locker, bumping into someone when you close it. Your eyes quickly meet the bright green ones from Harry.

"y/n, right?" He asks and you nod, "Sorry if I scared you."

"Not at all! It just always takes me a while waking up this soon." You giggle, "Do you need anything?"

"Yeah, uh... Could you help me find this room? I'm having Calculus." He shows you his schedule.

You check it, "You're in the same class as Louis, Emma and I again. We can go together. Feel free to join us, we're the good guys, I promise." You joke.

"Sure, thanks." He grins.

Harry had lunch with you and your friends that day, but even hanging out with a new classmate and getting to know him better can distract you when Zayn and Gigi sit in the cafeteria, his hand rubbing her neck like he did with you so many times. He seemed so happy with her and as much as it costs you to admit, it breaks your heart a little.

"y/n?"

You get back to reality when Louis snaps his fingers in front of your face and gives you a warning look.

"Are you okay?" Harry asks innocently. Of course, he didn't know about your story.

"Yeah, sorry, I just zoned out for a bit." You shrug. He frowns for a second, but seems to accept your excuse.

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"Forget that asshole, y/n, seriously." Emma tells you as you both walk home.

"It's not that easy, Ems. He was my first boyfriend, we dated for six months."

"Well, it obviously meant more to you than to him. You just need to meet a new guy." She winks at you.

You try to smile. Emma doesn't know what happened that night. You didn't tell anyone. She is just trying to cheer you up.

"I think I need time away from them, you know." You shrug, "Focusing on my studies before we all go to college."

"Not all guys are like him, y/n, you know?"

"Yeah, but I think I'm good. How about you and Harry? How's that going?"

"I've been flirting with him, but I don't think he's interested." Emma sighs, "He's a really nice guy, though."

"You'll find the right one someday."

"Maybe I should do like you and take a break from boys."

"I don't think you'll ever be able to do so."

"Sometimes I hate the fact that you know me so well." She links her arm with yours, you both laughing.

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"I'm home, mum." Harry announces when he arrives.

"In the kitchen, darling."

He enters the room and his mother smiles at him behind her cup of tea, although he can tell something is wrong when he notices the tiredness on her face and the papers spread across the table.

"What's happening?" He asks calmly, sitting next to her.

"He wants to take it all from us, Harry." She sighs, "Your father."

"What do you mean?" Harry gasps.

"I've been on the phone with lawyers all morning. That idiot wants to take this house."

"But why?! He was the one who left, he has no rights!" He screams, feeling the anger growing.

His parents were the kind Harry thought they would be together forever. There's a framed photograph in the living room, that Anne never was capable of removing, from when Des took her to Rome to propose to her. That was the picture that made Harry's love for photography born. How can a love like that just disappear?

"Is there something we can do?" The boy asks.

"Unless we have enough money to fight him for the house, I don't see anything else." Anne says.

"Don't worry, mum. We'll figure something out. I can ask for more shifts..."

She smiles sadly and rubs his cheek, "You're too good for this world, son. But that is your own money, I can't..."

"Do you really think I care about it right now?" Harry shakes his head and pulls his mother into a bear hug, the kind he knows she loves.