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Harry throws his phone to the bed, running his fingers through his hair as he sits at his desk. He knew you wouldn't reply. He so badly wanted to see you, but you were avoiding him at all costs. He even tried to go to your house, but it was lost time.
He is starting to lose hope.
He doesn't stop the tears as he looks through all the pictures of you he had on his computer, a gorgeous smile on your face. A smile he wished he could see forever, but he had made you cry instead.
The photography exposition would be in three days, Harry doesn't even know if you'll be there anymore. He hopes you do.
Because it would be his chance to redeem himself. The best way he could.
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"y/n y/l/n, you better leave that bed right now." You hear Emma entering your bedroom, Louis laughing behind her.
"Go away." You grumble underneath the covers, putting a pillow over your head.
You feel your best friends sitting next to you, each one on one side of the bed.
"Today is the Fine Line exposition, don't you wanna come?" Emma asks softly.
You sit up, rolling your eyes at her, "Are you fucking serious?"
"What? We just want to see you being a beautiful model." Louis adds, smiling at you, "Finding you know who is just a bonus, and you can shove in his face that you're good without him."
You giggle a bit, sniffling, "But I'm not good without him."
"Then perhaps you should talk to him, honey, he must be miserable as well." Emma suggests.
"The thing is that he hurt me. And he had promised he'd never do that." You sob, not containing your tears, and your friends instantly wrap their arms around you, pulling you into a bear hug.
You promise them you will think about going to the exposition, and after they're gone, you flop onto your bed again, staring at the ceiling. You were scared of how you would feel if you saw Harry again. Would your heart handle it?
You sigh, thinking of all the moments of shoots, all the laughs. And all the calls and messages he's been sending you, which you've been ignoring.
If Zayn leaving you felt bad, this felt far worse.
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Harry can't avoid feeling nervous while he prepares your photos all over the gallery section of the cafe. The contest judges were already there, as well as the other participants. He kept looking for you in the amount of people inside, a glance of hope when he sees Louis and Emma arriving, but you were not with them. He sighs heavily, trying to calm himself down, he had to make a little introduction to his collection and had to be prepared. He can only hope that if you can't be by his side, you would somehow be in the crowd when the moment arrives.
"Why am I the fucking first." Harry protests as Jennifer drags him to the judges.
"Random choice, sorry kiddo. But you'll be great, I believe in you." She smiles, patting his shoulder.
"Thank you, Jen."
Harry takes the little microphone that is given to him, standing in front of the little audience, still desperately trying to find you.
"Hi everyone, thank you so much for coming." He starts, "For my collection, I used someone very special to me. Someone I fell in love with, without even even noticing it at first. She became my muse, my best friend, my favourite thing to photograph. In this collection you'll find pictures taken professionally, as well as some others taken in unexpected moments, because sometimes those are the ones that make the best pictures. I don't know if she's here tonight, but I dedicate this to her."
You try unsuccessfully not to cry with Harry's words, hidden behind Emma and Louis. You came a little after them. But you didn't want Harry to see you right away and get more nervous.
Yeah, despite everything, you still cared about him.
Harry thanks the applause and joins Jennifer, not before shooting one last glance through the audience. You know he is looking for you, but there's one thing you want to do first.
