Hiding Behind the Lens

Ally Meyers has loved photography ever since she got her first disposable camera at the age of 6. She loves being able to capture fleeting moments and make them eternal with the push of a button. Yet her constant position behind the camera lens has kept her isolated from relationships. What happens when her passion for photography lands her a job as One Directions personal photographer? Will the luscious lifestyle of the boys take her from the photographer to the photographed? Or will she continue to live vicariously through the filter of her lens?
Well, there’s only one way to find out.
A Harry Styles fanfic.

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6. Goodbyes and Glasgow

 

It was four in the morning and Ally was standing in the studio parking lot. Today was the day. The boys were all throwing their things on the tour bus and saying their last farewells to friends and family. Ally had finished loading her last bag and was doubling checking her list.

“You promise you’re going to be safe?” Ally’s mum asked with tears welling up in her eyes.

“Oh mum I promise I’m going to be just fine. I’ll call and write and post pictures all the time,” Ally promised pulling her mom in for a hug. She was going to miss home, but this was the opportunity of a lifetime and she was more than excited to travel the globe.

“You have fun and take care of yourself, I’ll keep your mom from worrying too much,” Ally’s dad said smiling and joining the hug.

‘Man I love my parents,’ Ally thought, her face plastered with a smile.

“Last call! Ally, make sure you have all your equipment we’re leaving in five!” Yelled Paul. Paul was freaking out and everyone noticed. He wasn’t good with stress.

“Well, I better get going Mum and Dad,” Ally said solemnly looking over her shoulder at the train of buses.

“Go. This is your dream and you have to chase it. We’ll be here when you get back,” her dad urged, and with one last hug they sent her off.

 

The bus was alive with chatter as the guys and just about everyone else was settling in. Ally was the last one, besides Paul and found herself seated at the front alone. After listening to Paul’s big speech about how huge this tour was and how important it was to always be presentable and respectable, she put her headphones in and prepared for a long nap.

The first stop was Glasgow, and it was six hours away from London. The first show was later that evening and everyone was going to need their rest.

Propping her knees up on the seat in front of her, she closed her eyes listening to her music softly. She was too excited to sleep, but she needed to be awake for the show tonight. She was determined to get a good group shot since the boys had been so awkward the day before. A couple hours later she was fast asleep curled up awkwardly in her seat.

 

“I can’t sleep!” Harry announced pointlessly to his sleeping band mates. They had all dosed off ten minutes after they left the parking lot.

Harry was not easy to wake up, but once he woke up he was awake. So rather than sit there and listen to Zayn snore, he decided to get up and stretch his legs, but then he had a better idea.

‘This is going to be good,’ he thought smirking at the opportunity at hand. Ally was sleeping curled up with her jacket, and had left her camera sitting out, practically begging him to grab it.

And he did just that.

He snapped one picture and to his horror the flash went off.

“Shit!” he cursed. He struggled to put the camera back as if nothing had happened but he was too late, she was awake.

“Harry Styles what the hell...” she began.

“Shhh!” he quieted sitting down and covering her mouth with his palm. “Jesus woman you’re going to wake the entire bus!”

“What are you doing with my camera?!” she whisper-yelled when he freed her mouth.

“You just looked so cute drooling on your jacket I had to get a picture,” he smirked still holding the camera.

“Give it to me!” she demanded reaching vigorously for it.

“No I don’t think I will.”

“Why not!?”

“Because you’re going to delete the picture and I’m quite fond of it,” he replied still smirking.

“Styles, you give that to me this instant! I hate taking pictures,” she insisted.

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll take good pictures of you tonight,” she tried.

“Not good enough, that’s your job. Not that it’s difficult I take amazing photographs,” he said with a wink. “You can attest to that,” he whispered looking her directly in the eyes.

“What do you want Styles?”

“Dinner, with you” he replied “After the show”

“We are not having dinner.” She replied curtly.

“Then I guess you aren’t getting this camera back, and I guess this picture just might end up on my twitter page...” he began seemingly unphased by the rejection.  

“You wouldn’t..”

“Oh but wouldn’t I?”

“I am not going to be blackmailed into having dinner with you!” she whispered making one last attempt to grab the camera.

“You can’t be blackmailed into doing something you want to do,”

“And what makes you think I want to have dinner?”

“Because you’re attracted to me Meyers, I’m not blind,” he leaned in close and said “When I whisper in your ear you get goosebumps. And when I pulled you close to me yesterday, like this,” he said putting his hand on the same spot. “You stop breathing.”

Oh he was right. She forgot to breathe, but when she finally started breathing again she inhaled his cologne. “We can’t have dinner at 2 in the morning Harry. Everything will be closed,” she tried to reason when she finally answered him.

“I’m sure we’ll find something,” he insisted. “I’m not giving this to you until you say yes, and I think you’ll be wanting this for the show later tonight,”.

“Fine! We’ll get a bite after the show! But you are not going to go around telling your mates that we got frisky! We’ll grab something and say goodnight. That’s it.” She sighed in defeat.

“Whatever you say love,” he smirked placing the camera delicately in her hands. She immediately went and deleted the picture as he predicted. “By the way you look incredibly cute when you’re sleeping,” he smiled before getting up and heading back to his seat with a huge smirk on his face.

Ally sighed and leaned back in seat. She nervously ran her fingers through her hair closing her eyes.

She had just agreed to dinner with Harry Styles.

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