Photograph | H. S.

6

You leave the pastry shop and Harry gets his camera that he had left in the car.

"Let's begin with something simple. I would like to have a picture of your face, if you don't mind." Harry says, "And these streets have plenty of places with perfect light."

"You're the boss." You laugh, following his instructions once you find a bench he assures it's perfect for the angles.

He gets down on one knee for better results, and you're impressed by the concentration on his face and his professionalism as he works.

Although, you were a bit nervous, because you knew that this opportunity to show his pieces was big, and it was partly depending on you.

"Is everything okay?" Harry asks you, noticing you were zoning out.

"Yeah, I just... I don't wanna mess this up for you, you know."

Harry smiles at your preoccupation, taking a look at his camera, "Believe me, you're far from that."

"Can I see them?" You ask.

"Nope. Only at the contest exhibition."

"That's not fair!"

"Stop pouting. Here." He chuckles, approaching you and putting an arm around your shoulder, his face close to yours, "Smile!"

You do so, laughing, he then sticks his tongue out and takes a selfie of you both, "I'll give you this one once I print it out."

"Deal."

---

Weeks passed by, and between preparing for the school finals, working and shooting with Harry from time to time, you didn't have much free time, but you didn't mind it. You liked being occupied.

In fact, today was one of the few days where you could relax, so you took advantage of the sun and came to the beach with Emma and Louis.

"Ah, can't wait for the summer to arrive so we can do this everyday." Emma yawns, stretching out on her towel.

"You'll be like a shrimp if you keep neglecting sunscreen." You warn her.

"I don't burn, y/n, I tan."

You and Louis laugh at her sentence, before you get up, shaking the excess of sand off your legs.

"Who's down for a volleyball game?"

You reach one of the nets reserved for games and ask for a ball, but then Louis points out that you couldn't make teams with only three people.

"But it looks like it's our lucky day." He says right after, pointing behind you.

"Hey guys, you came here too?" Harry asks approaching.

"Yeah. Louis was saying he wants to make you his volleyball victim." You tell him and he giggles. You can't help but notice the amount of tattoos he has now that he's shirtless. His abs showing up when he laughs.

"Hey! I was thinking about asking him politely." Louis protests, bringing you back to the moment, and all the group laughs.

"Enough chitty chat!" Emma claps her hands, "Harry, wanna play with us? Me and y/n against you and Louis."

"Sure." He agrees, joining Louis on his side of the net. He then winks at you, "This should be interesting."

---

"Ouch! Emma are you trying to kill me?" Louis whines when the ball hits his head. You were playing for about fifteen minutes and it was being ridiculously fun.

"Oops. Sorry, my bad." Emma blinks innocently, trying not to laugh.

"You little shit!" The blue eyed boy shouts, starting to run after her through the beach.

"Down for a one to one?" Harry shrugs, smiling.

You raise your eyebrow in a challenging way, "Sure. Get ready to lose."

"Let's see about that sweetheart."

---

"Point! I win!" Harry shouts happily, fist bumping the air and doing a weird dance.

You roll your eyes but can't avoid laughing, "Just so you know, I let you win."

"Sure, Jan." He mocks you, which you try to reply by throwing the ball at his head, but he dodges it, "Hey-"

"Ouch! What the fuck?!" A voice screams nearby.

"Uh oh."

You were ready to apologize, but that idea quickly vanishes from your mind when you find the last person you expect to.

Taylor's eyes were cold once again, but her face changes as soon as she sees Harry walking behind you.

"H! Didn't know you were here."

"Hi, Taylor. Yeah I took some time off, and then I found y/n and some other classmates."

"So I guess this is yours?" She smiles, handing Harry the volleyball, not even glancing at you.

"Sorry about that, it was my fault." You say, but she simply shrugs.

"Wanna go for a walk, handsome? Catch up a bit?" She doesn't take her off of Harry.

"Actually, I was with y/n-"

"Harry, don't be silly! Just go, I'll find Ems and Lou. You can join us late if you want." You try to sound unbothered.

Harry gives you a questioning look, as if he's making sure you don't mind staying alone. You simply smile at him and turn back, not before noticing Taylor linking her arm with his.

"What do you want, Taylor?" Harry asks, frowning at the blond girl.

"What do you mean? I can't just catch up with you?"

"Yeah, but aren't you sure it's just because I've made a new friend who happens to be a girl?"

"What? Do you think I'm jealous? Of that nerd?" She laughs sarcastically.

"Don't talk about her like that."

"Are you defending her?!"

"I'm saying you always do this, like I'm your property."

Taylor smirks, "You were, back then."

"No, I wasn't. Hooking up when one of us was feeling lonely didn't make me yours." Harry says.

"Then why did we make out at that party weeks after you ended it?"

"You know damn well you got me drunk."

"I was missing you."

"Well I'm not a fucking toy." He says, trying to not get angered, "Look, I wanna stay on good terms with you, after all we are friends and grew up together, so if you excuse me, I'll go back. See you later."

"Harry?"

"Yes."

"Just so you know, we'll always come back to each other. Believe me." Taylor winks at him and walks away.

Harry sighs, ignoring her words and heading back to where you and others were. He missed the old Taylor, the one he grew up with, the one who was always able to cheer him up. But then he developed a crush on her, and she kind of took advantage of it.

Emma and Louis are playing volleyball again, and Harry was ready to join, when he spots you.

You're laying on your towel, wearing a hat, eating a slice of watermelon and crossing your legs in the air, laughing at your friends.

'This is it.' Harry thinks to himself, running to his backpack. Luckily he always carried a camera with him.