Love in a Photograph

"Hows the pasta Harry?" my mum asks. We are all sitting at the dinner table enjoying each other's company. What Harry said before about remember what dress I was wearing and referring to the sunset referencing 'Wildest Dream's lyrics makes me a bit confused. So I have been a bit distant, but thats a quality I have I become distant and avoid people or a situation I just think it's easier that way.

My mum, dad and Harry are mostly engaging in a conversation while I just eat in silence only the sound of my fork against the plate. "Harry sweetheart it's late you should stay the night." Now I am listening. "If that's ok" he kindly replies to my mum. "Is that ok with you Hayley?" Mum turns to me, why is she asking me I don't make the rules in the house. "I don't care" I say looking back down and play with my fork agains the plate looking at the food like it's the most interesting thing in the world. "Great I'll set up the guest room for you." I then stand up "I'll help you" I leave the table and go upstairs to help mum with the room.

Once I leave the dining room I feel like I can breathe again, it was like what suffocation would feel like back in there.
After helping mum I go into my studio and paint. I then see Harry come in scaring the crap out of me, I take out my headphones and look at him, but he just stands there. "Hey if it's too weird me staying here I don't have too." He seems disappointed."No it's fine, it's late anyway. I'm going to bed." I say standing up, "Hayls" he grabs my arm, I look straight into his captivating green eyes. "Maybe we can build a tent later" he says referring to when we were younger. We used to creep out of our beds into the lounge and build our own tents. I smile and he lets go of my arm. "Good night Harry."

I lay down on my bed the only sound is my own heart beat and Taylor Swift playing through my headphones. The song 'You are in love' lyrics resinate with me. I slowly drift asleep.

"Hayley" Someone nudges me. "Hayley wake up." I flutter my eyes open and see the familiar brown curls I look at the clock and it's two in the morning. I sit up and rub my eyes "harry what it's early. I then see he has taken a sleeping photo of me with the polaroid. "come with me please." he has his hand held out.
I get out of bed "cute Pj's" he chuckles at my flannel pyjamas. http://ak1.ostkcdn.com/images/products/5548955/Leisureland-Womens-Horse-Print-Flannel-Pajamas-P13323339a.jpg
"Don't you get warm" He asks me as we walk down the stairs. "I get cold." I say. "Ah yes that's right how could I forget." He smirks, gosh when he smirks it's like the world has stopped spinning. We reach the bottom of the stairs. He shrugs his shoulders. "Surprise" he nervously says with his hands in his pockets. I look at what is in front of me and I massive smile sweeps across my face. I cover my mouth with my hands and run over. "OH MY GOD YOU DID THIS?" I happily shout\whisper reminding myself my parents are asleep.
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"Yea blast from the past." He comes and joins me inside.
We lay there in our tent Harry has built. Side by side all these old memories flood my mind. I then turn over and Harry and I are now eye to eye. He then tucks a piece of hair behind my ear and that unknown feeling returns. "Hayley." He whispers. I look into his eyes. "Your my best friend."

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