Love in a Photograph

I tap my foot nervously and regret the decision. Why didn't I go with dad to see Harry. No time to dwell on what is done. I put my headphones in and decide to paint in our studio that my parents set up for me.
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I look up at the clock and notice dad has been gone a while. Maybe he and Harry got caught up in conversation. I am sitting finishing my painting putting some extra little details to make it complete. I used a polaroid photo to replicate my painting.
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When I paint I feel such peace and I am in my own little world. I look up at clock again and see it's three in the morning, Wow I should really get to bed. I quickly pack my stuff up and go to my bedroom. I have a quick wash and try and get the paint off me. I get out of the shower and put my pyjamas on and head over to my window and see dads car in the drive way. I wonder when he got back. I climb into bed and as soon as my head hits the pillow I am out like a light.

I can feel someone tapping me on the shoulder. "Hayley, sweetheart do you want to come for a walk." I recognise my dads voice, I open one eye and see it's only six in the morning why is he up so early. "No go away," I say in annoyance.

"Looks like it's just the two of us." My dad says leaving the room. Wait two of them it can't be mum she told me last night she was leaving early today to visit grandma. Maybe I'm hearing things it's way to early. I immediately fall back asleep.

After what feels like a life time of an amazing sleep, I decide to get up. I make my way down stairs and see someone close the front door, so I yell out. "DAD" I call out.
"Kitchen Hayley."
"Who just left.?" I ask as I grab a box of cereal and pour into a bowl. "Oh that was Harry,"
"WHAT" I straight away yell out. I look at my dad with a look to tell me whats going on.
"Yea he stayed here last night, he was too tired to drive back so I said he could crash here." Dad explains.
I eat my cereal in annoyed silence. If Harry was here why wouldn't he try and speak to me, maybe he has forgotten about me. After I finish my breakfast I go back into my studio and do what I do best my painting.

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