Say Cheese! // l.s.

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❝harry, stop."

"louis, you look great in my shirts. have i told you that, love?"

harry snapped another picture of louis causing the very aggravated older lad to sigh. it had been like this a lot lately.

you see, harry was a photography major. cameras were his thing. he loved cameras; and he loved louis. so why not take pictures of louis?

but of course louis thought that was absolutely ridiculous. louis hated pictures. he hated being in them, taking them, looking at them -long story short, it just wasn't his thing. but he adored harry, so of course when he was cleaning his mum's shed last weekend and saw his stepfather's old camera he thought harryharryharry-which is what he always thinks about anyways-and proceeded to give harry the camera.

little did louis know, all harry would take pictures of was coffee mugs and him.

"louis," harry whined.

"what," snapped louis as he read over his sloppily written anatomy notes.

"smile!"

an; I give you all the right to hate me. tbh this'll probably be shitty cause idk I just suck at writing but I love it so much chRIST