Photograph | H. S.

9

"Guess who." A voice whispers in your ear as two hands cover both of your eyes, making you feel a shiver down your spine. You know instantly who it is.

You were reading a book sitting on a bench at school, so you put it down and touch the hands with yours, playing along.

"Hum, an idiot whose name starts with a H?" You bite your lip, trying to not laugh.

"Heeeeey." Harry jumps over the bench, sitting next to you, "That hurt." He says dramatically, putting a hand over his heart.

You laugh, as you always do when you're around him. You were still trying to understand your feelings towards him. You were scared of getting hurt again, and you were also scared of how fast you two had grown closer since you met.

"So, I have news." Harry says, pulling a paper out of his coat, "Jen wants us to organise a party at Fine Line, something for senior students who are almost graduating, like us."

"What a great idea!" You grin, "Wow, can't believe I'll be in college next fall."

"Crazy, isn't it?" Harry smiles, "Well, guess you'll have to put up with me for the summer, at least." He winks and you blush.

"Oh my God, let me run away." You grab your things and get up quickly, walking away from him.

"What?!" Harry laughs.

"I have a class now, see you around!" You shout at him, grinning.

---

"I brought you some cookies, darling." Anne says entering her son's bedroom.

"Thanks, mum." Harry smiles at her, heading back to his computer. He was looking at some of the photos he took of you recently, in a field of sunflowers.

"y/n is very beautiful." Anne tells him as she takes a look at the photos.

"She is." He can't avoid smirking.

"We should invite her to dinner sometime."

"Mum!"

"What? You've been friends for a while now and I only spoke like two words with her. It would be nice to know her a little better." The woman winks, before leaving the room.

Harry sighs as he watches the door closing. He really enjoyed spending time with you, but he was a bit afraid of making a move.

When he remembers he almost kissed you on that kitchen floor before Jennifer had interrupted, he feels a shiver. Taylor basically used him, and broke a bit of his heart. He fears he can't be good enough for someone now, especially a girl like you. And he didn't want to lose your friendship.

---

"y/n!"

You look up, immediately recognising Louis's voice, who was walking towards you, receiving dead glances from students all over the library.

"Are you crazy? You can't just scream in here!" You whisper to him while he takes a seat next to you.

"Nothing happened, right?" He shrugs and you roll your eyes, smiling, "So, hum... I have a confession."

You cross your arms, gesturing for him to continue.

"It's kinda crazy."

"Coming from you I'm sure I won't be surprised."

"I think I like Emma."

"WHAT?!"

"Oh for fuck's sake, can you two just talk outside?"

---

"So, you were saying?" Your best friend laughs as you both sit on a bench in the garden.

"Okay, I was expecting anything but that." You scoff, "But Lou, that's so sweet! Since when you feel that way?"

He blushes adorably, "Well, since you began working at the cafe and with Harry, her and I started spending time together just the two of us, you know. Now I see she's a special girl."

"Oh my God, I'm about to cry." You blink and he hits you, "For real! You should tell her! It must be easy, you've been friends for years!"

"Is it really?" He sighs, "I think that makes things way more difficult, the typical fear of not wanting to ruin our friendship."

"Well, then show her." You smile.

"What?"

"Follow by the sentence you said the other day. Make her you know you like her."

"Of course I had to say that." Louis pouts and you giggle, "Okay, if I tell her, you need to tell Harry you like him."

"I- What?" You blush.

"Don't try to deny it, y/n."

"But I'm scared, Lou."

"You don't have to. He's not that asshole Zayn."

You sigh, "Fine. I'll try. But I make no promises."

"Sounds good." He smiles, and you pull him into a hug.

"And if Harry hurts you even in the slightest way, just say the word and I'll kill him." He whispers and you laugh.

"I love you Lou."

"I love you too."