Millies pov
It was coming close to November, and a lot of things were happening Lola and I were moving apartments, I had been meeting up with Harry quite a lot at his studio discussing photos he wanted to experiment with.
I was in a cab, tracing my hand along the rain drops on the window.
Photo Corp had clients waiting for me, and I had been becoming more noticed. I took photos for quite a lot of famous people Kendal Jenner, Millie Bobby brown, Tyler the creator.
But Harry's been my more serious client that would "put me on the map" my boss reminded me, he's realising his album in December and he needs photos completed.
I was heading to his studio.
I hoped out of my car walking towards it.
"Hey! You made it, please come in."
I was greeted by Harry at the door,
"So have you got the final plans for the shoot?"
I asked placing my camera down.
"Yes, I've picked my out fit, and we've designed a background all we need is you."
He said.
I nodded.
"So you want to start?"
I asked.
After how timothee and I broke up, I never really showed much respect to Harry, not a personal thing just that he's basically how it started and I can't think about timothee then more then 12 seconds without crying.
Harry lead me to his studio room, where a big screen stood. Black, pink and blue colours evened out.
"I'm going to get changed love, set up and do what you need to do."
He said.
I nodded. Harry walked away.
I emptied my bag on the table.
Finding some photos.
Some Polaroids I had taken, my eyes were past watering. Why did this happen? I was so happy with timothee. This wasn't supposed to happen.
I'd never been that happy and it was ripped away from me.
"Are you ok?"
Harry asked.
He had come out wearing a pink long sleeved shirt buttons un done with pink braces holding his white long pants that had golden buttons.
And some black shoes.
He looked at me concerned.
Fuck it.
I jumped on him hugging him.
He was suprised at first but hugged me back.
"I'm not alright, it's him I can't pretend that I'm moving on, I can't pretend that he's not constantly on my mind!"
I sobbed into Harry's shirt.
"Who?"
He said stroking my hair.
"Timothee, I-I I'm in love with that man. But it all just went to shit and he left- he didn't text me back or anything he just left! And the media says he's just shooting a movie and he's fine! But I'm here just completely and utterly depressed out of my mind! Telling everyone I'm fine and I'm moving on! Because if I say I'm not ok they just say I should be fine I only knew if for a while so it shouldn't affect me! But I'm not ok!"
I yelled my messy blonde hair falling all over the place.
I let out some more tears.
"Hey, hey, take a deep breathe. I know how it feels to have your heart broken. Hell, I've written songs about it. The thing is your still in love you need to tell him some how. You can't keep living in a world full on sadness. I tried and trust me love it never ends well."
He said.
"How? It seems as though I never happened to him. I know we only knew each other for a while, but I trusted him! I told him all these things I'd never opened up to anyone like that. I fell in love, then the second it happens boom! He's gone!"
I yelled.
"You need to talk to him."
Harry said, pulling away from my embrace tucking my hair behind my ears.
Flash back
"Your hair is so beautiful my love"
Timothee said has I lye on his bare chest, the morning light spilling in slowly.
"Thank you".
I said turning over kissing his chest.
"You're so beautiful."
He said.
"Thank you."
I said continuing to kiss up his chest until I reached his lips.
Hesitating before connecting our lips.
Timothee looked down to her crystal blue eyes, her big lips that fit perfectly with his. How could he be happier.
Flash back over
"He'll come around, I'm sure he's suffering just as much as you are."
He said holding my shoulders firmly forcing me to look at him.
I slowly nodded.
"I'm sorry."
I said.
"Don't be, now let's take some photos."
Harry said.
I nodded, taking my camera and setting it up on a tripod.
"How do you want to be standing?"
I asked sniffling.
"Well I want to be looking happy, so direct me."
Harry said.
"Well ok, let's see what I can do."
I directed him to some different positions.
I remembered one I had seen him in before on stage.
But I just can't put my finger on it, I remember Lola had a photo of it.
"Oh! You know that thing you do where you have a hand on your hip and maybe..."
I walked to him.
I grabbed his arm placing it to his hip. And took his other hand.
"Point it out."
I said.
He did just that.
"Now point your foot out, like ballet style.."
"No. Actually spread your legs a little."
I said.
"Yes! Now smile."
I said.
"No I want this face".
He said while opening it slightly he looked supprised.
"Yes I like that".
I said.
"Ok have a look at these."
I said pulling them up on his computers.
"I love them... but there's something missing. I can't express how thankful I am for your help. I'd been looking for a while. And I could tell you had amazing emotions and patients for me and what I'm going for. And I think you should be in the photo."
He said.
"No- no. It's fine really, I'm glad your happy with it-"
"I have an idea!"
Harry yelled.
He walked over to his changing room coming back out with a black glove.
"Put this on, and add your hand into the photo!"
He said.
"Are you sure?"
I asked.
"This is my shoot, and my idea I want it!"
He said.
"Ok then, same position as last?"
I asked.
He nodded.
I walked back to my camera slipping the glove over my hand.
Harry went back to his placing going back into his position.
I took some normal photos first without my hand.
Just testing the waters.
"Ok, ready?"
I asked.
He nodded. I added my hand in.
Almost like a pointing but really Kroger like my hand was showing you something.
I looked up at Harry took the photos.
But then it was like I wasn't taking photos of Harry.
It was timothee. I shook my head, and it was Harry again.
A tear ran down my cheek as I took the photos.
"That's right baby, your doing well."
I heard timothees voice.
"Stop."
I whispered.
The voice went away.
"Ok I've done it".
I said coming up and taking the glove off my hand.
Harry walked to me, as I displayed the photo.
"Woah millie, I love it! Thank you so much!"
He yelled hugging me.
"I'm glad you like it, I better get going. Lola and I need to move boxes."
I said.
"I can help if you'd like, I've moved many times."
He said chuckling.
"Yknow what, sure. Lola would love that."
I said chuckling.
"Ok, let me change and I'll be right with you."
He said.
"Yeah sure".
I said.
He walked off, and I played around with my camera taking photos.
Harry walked back out in some jeans and jumper.
"Ok let's go."
I said.
He nodded and we walked out catching a cab.
Small talk was thrown around until we arrived back at my apartment.
We walked up and I showed him the area.
"Lola I'm back!"
I yelled throwing my keys on the table.
"How was the shoot with mr hunky styles- and Harry styles is standing right beside you holy shit-"
Harry chuckled.
"Nice to meet you Lola, I've heard lots."
He said shaking her hand.
"Millie- you should of told me a guest was coming I would of changed."
Lola said.
"You look amazing, don't worry."
Harry said looking at Lola.
She blushed furiously.
I smiled.
"Ok well, sorry our apartment is a mess. Who knew packing would be messy?"
I said leading him to the main room full of boxes.
"Ok well, we need to transfer all these boxes down our stairs to the van outside by noon."
Lola said tying her hair up in a messy bun.
Harry nodded rolling his sleeves up picking up a box.
Followed by Lola and I.
We spent the afternoon carrying lots of boxes down until we were done.
"Gee you two had a lot of stuff."
Harry said dusting his jumper off.
"Yeah, mainly lolas she's practically a Horder!"
I said smirking as she hit my arm.
There was a single couch in the empty room.
The three of I'd sat on letting out exhausted sighs.
"Timothee would of enjoyed this."
I said sadly.
"Yeah he would of."
Lola agreed.
"Your acting like the poor lads dead."
Harry said.
"He is, to Millie."
Lola said.
I slapped her on the arm.
"No! I just miss him. His hair, god his crazy curls. His bushy eye brows and his smile!"
I said getting sad.
Harry patted my back.
"You should write a song, or just write your feelings down. It'll make you feel better. That's what I do."
Harry said.
Lola had made some fresh homemade lemonades and we were all enjoying them.
"I want him back guys."
I sighed out.
"You'll get him back I promise."
Lola said kissing my cheek.
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AUTHORS NOTE XOXOOX
I promise timothee will come back! He will! I hate writing without there relationship. I just want to make it all work out!
Also there's nothing going on with Millie and Harry, there going to become really close friends. Lola however....
I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Turning pages is such a sad song... ;(