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Photograph {Harry Styles}

Prologue; Days Of Peace

She takes his hand and leads him outside of the big house. He smiles at her enthusiasm as she unlocks the gate and runs into the field, letting go of his hand. He closes the gate behind him and frowns. "Are you sure we won't get caught?" he says cautiously.
"Of course not, silly! Anyway, it's not you who will be in trouble if we are."
He laughs lightly. She is always being cheeky and getting into trouble! He takes out his camera and snaps a few photographs of the beautiful field, letting her sneak into a few.
"When can you take one of us together?" she pouts, pretending to be upset. He laughs again.
"As soon as I'm done with these, I promise."
She giggles and does a few cartwheels in the fresh grass. He smiles sadly. Why does everything have to happen so fast? He shakes these thoughts away and beckons her over for a Photograph together. "Yay!" she excaims as he presse the button. "Another one?"
"Alright," he chuckles, taking another.
He sighs and lies down on the grass, looking up at the sky. She flops down beside him and looks in his direction.
"It's our last day together, isn't it?" she mumbles. His eyes flicker down to her.
"Yeah, it is," he responds grimly. "I'm - "
"Don't be sorry," she cuts him off. "It's not like it's your fault this has to happen."
"True..."
"Well then, enjoy this last day!" She says, laughing, although tears are in her eyes. "This is our last Day of Peace!"
"Last Day of Peace it is!" he smiles.
They stay lying in silence. It seems like a waste of this last Day of Peace, but the silence is comforting and the sky is a jewel to look at.
"You know something, Harry?" she suddenly says, looking over at him.
"What?" he replies, looking back at her. Their eyes meet for a second, until she speaks.
"It seems crazy, but one day all this will be gone. Disappeared. Forgotten. D'you know what what I mean?"
"Yes, I do." He forwns, looking at her fearfully. "What do you think will happen then?"
"It doesn't matter, though, does it?" she says, a smile appearing on her face. "To be honest, who cares? We must live the moment. Because if we don't live the moment, if we don't have fun while we can, the day it all does go; it'll seem worse than it is."
"I see..." he says, by now smiling also. "So... these photographs we're taking... they're not - not worth keeping?" his face falls.
"Rremember, Harry, live the moment. They are while we're here on Earth. Keep taking them. Promise?"
"Promise," he repeats. They both Exchange smiles.