"How was work, love?" Anne asks her son when he arrives.
"As usual." Harry shrugs as he gets closer to his mother, grabbing her hands, "I'm excited with the contest, the money could help us save the house."
Anne chuckles at her boy's enthusiasm, "That would be a dream."
"I'm sure I have a chance with y/n as my model, but I'm still not quite sure what I want the concept to be." Harry sighs.
"Well, why don't you just go with the flow?"
"What do you mean?" Harry frowns.
"Well, you have to create a collection of pictures, right?" Anne questions and the boy nods, "Why don't you make some of them in like spontaneous moments? The best photographs come unexpectedly, capturing the person when they least expect it."
Harry meditates over his mother's words, and suddenly it's as if a light turned on in his head.
"You're a genius, mum." Harry smiles, kissing her cheek and running to his room.
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"Hello there." You greet Harry, who was waiting in his car outside your house. He smiles in response.
"So, can you tell me where we are going now?" You raise an eyebrow.
"You said this could be an adventure, so let's keep it a surprise." He winks, "We have twelve photos to make and two months, we better start."
"Wait, we're going to shoot today?! You didn't even warn me about an outfit or something!" You protest.
Harry giggles, "There's no need for that today angel."
You feel your cheeks blushing at the nickname, but you take it and lean against the car window, enjoying the wind.
"We have some time to drag." Harry tells you while he drives, "Wanna talk about something?"
You think for a moment, "Oh, let's play the favourites game."
"Favourites game?"
"You don't know it?"
"Never heard of it." "I ask what your favourite something is, for example your favourite colour, and you try to answer as quickly as possible, then it's your turn to ask me. It's fun and we can get to know each other a little better."
Harry laughs, "That sounds like a kids game!"
"Hey!" You punch him in the shoulder and he pretends to be in pain.
"No need to violence, young lady."
"Shut up and let's play. I start. Favourite colour?" You say.
"White. Favourite food?"
"Oreos. Favourite animal?"
"Fish. Favourite movie?"
"Mamma Mia. Favourite TV show?"
"Friends." He raises an eyebrow here, "Were Ross and Rachel on a break?"
"Not a chance!"
"Oh my God, get out of my car right now."
You both burst into laughter, starting to discuss the iconic question until Harry announces you've arrived to your destination.
"Where are we?" You ask when you get out of the car, not recognizing the street.
"My grandparents lived here. It's one of my favourite places to take pictures." Harry explains tenderly.
You nod, smiling, "So, what should I do?"
Harry shakes his head, grabbing your wrist, "We aren't going to start just yet. First things first."
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"Holy hell." You gasp as you enter the pastry shop.
Harry giggles, "Welcome to Heaven on Earth."
Your eyes gleam looking at the cakes, and your stomach grunts a little too loud, which causes Harry to stare at you, trying not to laugh.
You blush furiously, "Let's just take a seat please."
"Of course, you're obviously hungry." He says, jaw clenching as he fights to keep a serious expression, and you punch him for the second time today.
"You shouldn't be making me eat these if you want a fit model." You joke, picking up another bit of your pancake.
"I don't really care about that." Harry shrugs, "I believe everyone is beautiful in their own way, there shouldn't be a stereotype about who's pretty and who's not. It's even more interesting working with people from all colours, sizes and races."
You smile at his words. Harry had a wonderful perspective of the world, you were loving to be friends with someone so sensitive in comparison to the guys you know.
"That's beautiful Harry."
"Thank you." He blushes.
"In that case..." You smirk, raising your arm to call the waitress, "Let's have another round of milkshakes."
Harry laughs, "And this is why we're friends, y/n."
