Photograph | H. S.

20

You can't stop sobbing as you look through the twelve photos Harry took of you, some of them in moments you weren't even aware of. The sweet titles and the little captions he wrote, showing his thoughts and feelings.

You stood in front of the last photo, where the pair of you is kissing. The first kiss. You smile at the Fine Line title, knowing he chose it because it was here it happened, passing your fingers through the letters.

"We'll be alright?" You sigh.

"I hope so."

Your turn to the voice, breathing heavily due to the tears. His eyes are watering too. Both of you just stand there, a few feets apart, looking at each other, scared of saying anything.

"I'm sorry, Emma told me you were here, I just wanted to see you again." Harry finally speaks, his voice cracking, "I understand if you still hate me, but I'm so glad you came, as you wished to see these photos so bad, and now they're here, and they're so beautiful because of you. I love you, I'm so sorry, I hope you can forgive me someday-"

"Shut up, idiot." You laugh through your tears, running towards him, "I love you Harry."

"I love you so fucking much y/n."

Suddenly a wave of applauses explodes behind you both, a voice calling "Styles? Harry Styles?".

You step away from Harry, the pair of you frowning in confusion.

"Harry! What the hell are you doing?" Jennifer appears next to him, a huge smile on her face, "You should be up there! You won kiddo, congrats!"

"I... I won?!" He gasps.

"Yes!"

"Oh my God!" You scream, jumping into his neck and hugging him again, "I told you you'd win."

"And I told you it'd be because of you."

"Let's not start this again." You narrow your eyes at him, and he laughs.

"As you wish, angel."

THE END.