Love in a Photograph

As I finish yet another painting whilst listening to Taylor Swift. Dad comes in the studio, "Hey is just us two for dinner I was thinking we could head down to London." He says as he examines my painting that is drying. "Yea sounds good. I smile.
"Ok well we need to get going."
"Ok give me five to get changed." I say and pack my things away, "Ok Hayls, looking good sweetie." He refers to the painting.

I head into my room and it's pretty cold so I rug up for dinner. https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/95/c6/65/95c665c30694c09338a05aa2c6dfc8f7.jpg

Dad is driving while I take a few Polaroid photos as he drives. Then I turn up the radio "SHAKE IT OFF. I SHAKE IT OFF" I sing and dad just looks at me and then back at the road. "Hayley get my phone and send a message for me," Dad asks me. I get the phone from the glove box. "Who do you want me to send a message to?" I ask as I open up a blank message screen. "Harry." I type Harry's name in. "What do you want me to say?"
"Just tell him were running ten minutes late." I look to my dad. I had no idea Harry was coming to dinner, I probably would not have come. "It was Harry's idea and he needs to talk to someone." Dad says to me. I'm thinking in my mind he has a family why is he burdening my dad with his problem. If Harry has a problem with his family he should confront them about it.

We continue to drive and dads phone goes off. "Harry says his running late as well." I look at the message and then lock the phone. For the rest of the drive I play around with my photos that I have in my lap, and map out a plan in my head for my next painting.

Within ten minutes later we arrive at the restaurant but I am stuck frozen in my set. I' m about to see Harry again in years. I don't know if I am ready for this, he probably doesn't even remember me. I gain the courage within seconds and follow my dad into the restaurant, we find our seat but Harry isn't here yet, so it gives me a few more minutes to freak out.

I play with the cutlery on the table to keep my mind occupied, then I see him. His familiar green grass color eyes, his perfect brown curls that is now a lot longer from what I remember. His smile and his famous dimples. I see him walking over to the table and dad goes to greet him. I have sweaty palms and I rub them against my jeans and try my best not to turn tomato red.
"Harry you remember Hayley right.?" My dad says standing next to Harry and have a weak smile on my face. I pull out my hand to shake his "Of course I remember you Hayls." He shakes my hand. He says happily towering over me, Harry has grown a lot he is about five eleven, while my short self stands at five foot nothing. We then all take a seat Harry is next to me and I blush like a school girl.

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