Love in a Photograph

It's four in the morning and the constant chatter coming from Harry's room is driving me insane. I just want to go in there and beat the both of them. I grab the pillow and scream into it. The continuation of giggling is so annoying. There it is that emotion again ANNOYING, hearing her laugh is seriously like a squealing pig.

I grab my phone type my passcode and hit the music icon and put some Taylor on and automatically feel a bit better. Listening to her music is like listening to myself, it's like she written down my feelings and made it into a successful smash hit singles.

Been losing grip,
oh, sinking ships
You showed up just in time

This love is good, this love is bad
This love is alive back from the dead
These hands had to let it go free
And this love came back to me

The song 'This Love' is playing and wiping my emotions away. It perfectly describes Harry and I our relationship status at the moment. He has come back just in time, and my love for him has come back. But I guess he probably won't ever love me, the way I love him.

But I have decided to bury these feelings, he has a girlfriend and it's not right to think this way. At least he is in my life again, and for that I am grateful.
"Harry." The squealing girl in his room repeats. Doesn't mean I have to like her she practically came in my house and marked her territory.


Thank god, I hear the door shut. Then I hear footsteps coming back up the stairs. I open my bedroom door and see Harry at the top, "Oh your still awake" He comes closer to me. "Yea couldn't sleep." I fake yawn.
"Sorry" he apologises and begins to walk away. "So is this going to be reoccurring thing". I ask him and he turns back to face me. "What?" he responds weakly.
"These little sleep overs till all hours of the morning."
"Sorry is it a big deal?" he asks is he serious?
"Um yea kinda I want to sleep and it's a bit hard when there is so much noise." I annoyingly say.

"Sorry Hayls we will try and be more quiet" he says sincerely. But I don't buy it.
"Yea whatever be as loud as you want with your princess." Before he has a chance to respond I shut my bedroom door.


I can't sleep due to my constant tossing and turning I hate I was such a bitch to Harry, but it's because of my own insecurities. I go to my studio but see the door is slightly open I go in and see him sitting at the desk I walk over to him and see his illustrations.

He looks at me and smirks gosh why must he do that. I take the pencil from his hand
"Here" I start to draw, then he grabs the pencil from me. "I wish I knew how to draw a person but every time I try it's just a body with a fat head." He says and I look down as he doodles on the page. His people are like a five year old would draw a head and a stick body. "Like this" I hold the pencil along with his hand and slowly begin to draw.

"Your not supposed to choke the pencil," I say "just gently" our hands intertwined with the pencil doing some of the work on the page. "Ok now you try" I let go of his hand. "Take it nice and easy." He draws smaller movements on the page . "You know Picasso once said first you have to be able to draw a straight line." I inform Harry. He turns to me and smiles and I smile back. I can feel his eyes burn into mine, he then drops the pencil and looks deeper into my eyes. I can feel his warm breath as our faces are centimetres apart I close my eyes.

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