Broken

Chapter 53

Everything ran smoothly when the holiday was over. Harry and I spent the summer together, doing a bunch of stuff together, making memories that I would always have with me. We went road tripping around England, and then he pretty much lived at my hotel. We visited his mum some more, and his dad, too.

Eventually, summer ended and I moved into the accommodation that was provided for me by the place I was interning at, and Harry helped me make it my own. He even moved some of his things in. By the end of September, we had fallen into a routine.

He’d visit me every Monday to Friday, or if he couldn’t make it, I’d visit him. I’d visit him and usually spend my weekends with him. He was working now, and he did gigs in pubs in his free time. I would show up to every single show he had; it was a nice arrangement.

I walked into the office I was an intern at, finding my desk and throwing my bag onto it.

“Good morning, Brenna,” my ‘colleague’ slash guide, Jay, greeted me. He was staring at his laptop intently, probably doing some intense work. He was Dana’s ‘most prized employee’, and he seemed to constantly be working. He was more of an editor than a picture taker, but I had seen his camera numerous times. I often found myself wondering what kind of pictures he took.

“Hi,” I said. “Why are you so cheery at eight in the morning?”

“It’s Friday.”

“But my Friday doesn’t start until twelve.”

“Why twelve?” He frowned. “You don’t get off ‘til five, right?”

“Right.”

“So?”

“That’s when I decide I’m fully awake.”

“Lovely logic, there.”

I grinned at him, taking my bag and throwing it to the floor. I pulled out my camera and pulled the memory card out of that, plugging it into a USB, then plugging the USB into the laptop that was on my desk.

Pulling up the pictures I had taken and was due to email Dana, my boss, I turned to Jay again. His eyes hadn’t left his screen. His light hair was a mess, and I knew it was due to the fact that he ran his fingers in it again and again. His glasses were perched on his slightly crooked nose, and I saw that the edges of the glass were cracked.

“Have you emailed Dana the work she wanted?” He asked, as if he sensed I was looking at him.

I blushed, fixing my gaze on my laptop. “Am currently doing that.”

“Can I see them?”

“They really aren’t that good,” I blushed. Everyone here gave me praise every time they saw the pictures I had taken, with Dana even going as far as telling me I had a lot of potential, the best she’d seen in a while. They seemed to think I had the best shots of people, so most of the projects I was given were taking pictures of people.

I was used to landscapes and things that couldn’t breathe slash move, so it was a big change for me. And I was constantly criticising my work because to me, everything looked the same. But if the professionals said I was doing something right, along with Harry and everyone else that saw the pictures, then I guess I would continue doing whatever they wanted me to. It felt good to be this good at something. I found myself constantly smiling.

My most recent project that had been assigned to me was a sympathy project. I had to go and find five strangers, take their pictures, and sum up something about them and their lives and their feelings in a paragraph. It had taken me two weeks of walking around London and forty people with their pictures and listening to some really pointless life stories to find the five I wanted.