Sunflower | h.s

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•(What I imagine Harry's car to look like)•

Harry styles

As I watch her run through the many rows of sunflowers back to her house, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. I was standing here in the pouring rain watching probably the prettiest soul I've ever met run away, I didn't know wether I would see her again. I saw her run with my blue shirt on.

I didn't stop her from wearing it

It was sweet seeing her wear something of mine. I didn't stop her from wearing it incase we didn't see each other again, she had a piece of today to remember.

I sat down on the muddy grass and flicked through the pictures I took and remembered her favourite ones, these were the ones I needed to edit just to enhance some features of the picture itself.

As I spoke to her it was clear to see that she was one of those people who liked to look at life through the form of literature.

Boring.

I liked to look at life as just. Life. I went to school, made friends, had some good and bad times and now I'm hopefully getting a job in the photography industry. People like her liked to pick apart parts of the world and overlook it. I mean sure do as you wish but, save it for someone else. If she tells me about it, of course I'm going to listen I'm not going to be a dick and cut her off. But i will never understand what she saying. Like, who needs to know the essence of a sunflower? They're there and then they go, just like everything else.

"Shit." I cuss to myself as I realise my camera is getting soaked. I put it under the arm of my jacket and walk quickly back to my car.

I run through what feels like endless rows of sunflowers. The smell was so overpowering that it made me sneeze. I wasn't allergic, I just inhaled the sent of so many at once.

I eventually make it to my car and hop in. I give the lens of my camera a wipe with my white shirt and switch it on to make sure it didn't get too damaged.

As I turn it on I'm greeted with the photos I took of Aaliyah. She was so beautiful. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I flick through them. That girl was crazy but in a good way. I needed to find out more about her, like her favourite colour or food. Just anything. I hadn't even met the girl for an entire day and I was already so interested.

As I drive down the road it hits me. How did she know I was taking pictures of a family? We were alone there. I didn't see her? Was she watching me? I can't help but laugh to myself. Oh Aaliyah.

I drive back to my new house that I just recently brought. It wasn't too far away from those fields which was good if it meant I got to see Aaliyah again. That girl was crazy with the amount of literature she recited. I'm just a guy who likes to get his job done and move on. I'm not proud of it, it's just the way I am. I'm not one to pick apart life and look too deeply into it, okay sometimes I enjoyed parts of it but I wouldn't go out of my way to recite things, but whatever floats her boat.

My steering wheel gets water droplets from my soaking wet hands which now were red and swollen due to being in the rain and then immediately going into the heat of my car.

I drive through the rain with the radio off. I must admit I do like the rain. I guess you could call me a pluviophile (someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rain.)

I love how it softens the outline of things. The world becomes softly blurred and I feel like I melt right into it. Raindrops are a perfect lullaby and the sound of it needs no translation.

As I hear the squeaking of the windscreen wipers swiping away what was once droplets of rain into merely a smudge of water, I see my house down the road.

I slowly pull up into my driveway and pull up the clutch to prevent the car from moving. I grab all of my folders and my camera and take them inside. I was quite excited to be editing these pictures actually, I always found something so calming about editing pictures.

I liked photography as it takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still. It was always the story I failed to put into words which is why I am constantly taking pictures.

I lock my car and rush inside from shelter of the rain. As I get inside and lock the door all I can hear is the echoing sound of the raindrops making me feel at ease. I rest my head on the back of my door and smile as I remember everything that happened. My god I hope I saw her again.

I dump all of my stuff on the bottom of the stairs apart from my camera as I take it to my computer to develop the pictures and enhance certain features.

I see the original picture pop up on my screen

I decided that I was going to saturate the picture slightly, make the raindrops look more prominent as that was the main idea of the photo, brighten the background slightly. Aaliyah herself didn't need any editing at all, she was stunning.

I get to work as the echoey room is filled with the sounds of my keyboard and mouse clicking.

"Aha. Perfect." I say to myself as I look at the finish product. Not much had to be done but it definitely made the picture a lot better.

As I look at the photo I couldn't help but smile. I wondered why she liked spinning around in the rain so much, maybe because it gave her a sense of freedom to an extent? I'm not sure.

Either way I saved it and carried on with a few more pictures. She was what made the pictures good. The ones I took of the family earlier today were okay but they were a bit forced. The family wasn't as close as they look in the picture which was quite saddening.

But with Aaliyah. Her photos were raw and weren't faked. She truly was a happy soul. I decided I'd go back to those fields tomorrow in hope I spotted her through the endless rows of sunflowers, I was off photography for a week anyway just to have a small break so that gave me a few chances at least to say hi again.

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A/N: yes I did edit that picture myself just for the purposes of this book. No I do not apologise :)