Harry can't imagine himself doing any other job, rather than photography. He simply could not. He believes it is the best job in the world.
Ever since he was a kid he was always fascinated by the moment capturing device. He knew that he wanted to work with them all his life.
Now here he is, taking pictures on his brand-new, expensive, camera on the streets of New York.
When he was 18, he moved away from his parents to New York to become the best photographer ever.
When he was taking pictures, in the corner of his eyes he could see a man.
He literally took Harry's breath away.
He had nice chocolate brown, feathery hair pushed aside into a fringe. He had nice tan skin that suited him perfectly, the man had plump pink lips and... His eyes...
Harry has never seen such a piercing and prominent blue before.
He felt his heart pang in his chest. It was not like anything he's ever felt before and he was afraid of this feeling. Little did he know that it was for the better, and for the worst. He knew he shouldn't feel this way at first sight but it was love at first sight, maybe even like at first sight. He had no control over his emotions and he wasn't going to stop them because he knew that was wrong.
He's met and dated a lot of people, bit no one made him feel like this.
The man was special.
