Love in a Photograph

I look at my calendar as I get ready for the day ahead and what lurks behind it. Great my birthday is in three days, maybe I'll get a sex tape from Harry and Steph as a lovely gift.

I brush my sarcasm aside and head downstairs and see dad on the breakfast table, mum must have left early for work.

"Morning" I smile as I our some coffee into my mug. One sip and I am awaked nothing better than coffee on a cold Holmes Chapel morning.

"So I was thinking we could check out that new cafe that just opened." I sit down on the table and join dad.
"Sorry sweetie not today, Haz and I are heading down to London"
"What for, can I come?" I ask sweetly. "Soccer Manchester United and Liverpool." He gets up off the table and heads upstairs. Ok what the hell, first with the nickname 'Haz' my dad has given him and now road trip and soccer games to London.

Harry can't just come in here, disturb me at night when I try and sleep. Act all hot and cold with me thinking and leading me to believe his a single man and now with my dad. Dad and I haven't spent anytime with each other since Harry moved in and I am getting sick of it. Harry can't come in claim my dad like his own, I know it sounds harsh but there is a void in Harry's heart and that void is not having a father figure in his life.


"Morning Hayls". Harry comes in the kitchen intreating my thoughts. He pours himself some cereal and sits on the kitchen counter acting like everything is ok well maybe in his eyes they are. "Yea hi." I say and leave the kitchen. I get up to my room and get my soccer gear on. I just get on my man united hoodie some black leggings and my black wedge ankle boots.
"Hayley were leaving" I hear my dad shout out I come running down the stairs "wait I'm coming too" I pant.

"Hayls I only have two tickets, you can come next game." My dad looks down to me. This now is when I get angry furious actually.
"FINE GO THEN, YOU ALWAYS WANTED A SON, SO NOW YOU HAVE A TEMPORARY ONE GO".!
The worst part is dad doesn't take any of this serious and walks out the door leaving Harry and I alone in the doorway.
"GO LEAVE" I yell to him. "Hayls don't be like that" He tries to touch my arm.
I back away "GO HARRY, GO AND BE WITH A DAD YOU HAVE ALWAYS WISHED FOR! I yet out, crap maybe that was harsh. I look down at the floor and Harry lets go of my arm and runs out the door, I try and call for him but his gone.

I really didn't mean what I just said. It's just I feel like I am being compared to him, Harry is tall, confident knows what he wants in his life. I don't though I am shy, not confident and I feel my parents want me to try and be confident but I can't no matter how much I try. I slam the door shut and make my way up to my room but the door bell rings. Maybe it's Harry I can apologise a million times to him now. I walk down and open the door to reveal Steph, clearly Harry and her don't communicate.

"I left my jacket in Harry's room" she barges past me, "Please come in." I whisper to myself.
She comes back down with her jacket. "Oh by the way I know you want him, but you'll never have him because look at you." The bitch towers over me and leaves.

I lay on my bed with tears falling continuously. She is right look at me, I'm nothing like her and she is Harry's type. I wipe my tears away and head out.


Hours later I have come back home. I have cut my hair shorter not a lot about shoulder length, and added some highlights
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It's weird though they say when you cut your hair you feel so much better inside and out but I still feel the same. Sure my exterior has changed but my interior I still feel like my old self but I like the change.

I put my bags away I did a bit of shopping to hopefully cheer myself up - which it didn't. I open the door into Harry's room and have a bit of a sneaky look. It's just a bed, the closet and nightstand. I walk over to it and pick up his cologne bottle and bring it to my nose and the familiar scent invades my nose senses. My hand gives in and I put some of his cologne on me.
It's just me home alone, me and his cologne but I feel his warmth and his need for his safety around me. I imagine him here that we are together skin to skin.

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