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.


11. Twinkies and Twinkling Lights

Paul was freaking out again. Anyone who worked with him knew how poorly he handled stress. This time around though, throwing his usual temper tantrum was insufficient and he called Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, and a rather reluctant Ally Meyers to his office for a full on interrogation. After Allyson and Harry’s most recent escapade to a bar in the middle of nowhere; the five of them plus Allyson had been late returning, and thus late to board the tour bus. All the while Paul was going crazy.

                Now that she looked closely at Paul she noticed that little vein bulging on the side of his head and the fact that not only did his cheeks get exceedingly red as the interrogation went on, they jiggled a little when he yelled.

                “Where in bloody hell were you?! This tour is your only concern right now, not what little adventures you fools can go on God knows where. Do you realize that now we’re running late?! I know other celebrities do whatever the blazes they want but I’ll have you know that I have a reputation as a reliable man and you will not soil it!” He ended with a finger pointed at each of them. “I trust there is a reason to your tardiness? Or did we all just feel like it?” The boys were all slumped in their chairs only half interested in the conversation. Ally started to get an idea of just how well these boys knew each other and got along when they started speaking, because it was as though they could all finish each other’s thoughts. After a brief pause and a glance at his friends Harry began:

                “Well there was this photo shoot with a scenic back drop that Miss Meyers and I were getting to,  but that crappy old car you lent us broke down in the middle of nowhere.” Louis continued,

                “So I got this angry voicemail from Harry about how he wound up miles away from civilization so the boys and I took it upon ourselves to perform a search and rescue.”

                “Mistake number one.”Paul muttered. Zayn then continued the story,

                “And we were only going to wind up needing 10 minutes of grace when Niall insisted that we all stop for his favorite thing in the world, food.” Niall, unphased by the comment added,

                “Well we wouldn’t have wound up needing nearly as much grace if Zayn hadn’t refused to go anywhere until he got to ride in the front, and then Mr. I ran over a pothole into a field of grass started whining about not being to drive but Louis wouldn’t budge because he said Harry’s butt would get the nice seats all wet cause it rained on them and they argued until Ally found towels in the back for her and Harry to sit on.” Ally was amazed that the Irish boy could say so much without a breath. Liam of course, wasn’t going to let the interrogation end before he got his two bits in.

                “While these idiots argue about seats and driving I had to point out that there weren’t enough seats and then Louis suggested that I sit in the trunk and everyone agreed.”

                Good grief they’re like grade schoolers tattling on each other. Allyson thought.

                “So after Harry tried to shove me in the trunk they made me sit in Zayn’s lap.”

                “Which was not pleasant at all.” Zayn muttered.

                “But by then we were all kinda hungry so we stopped making fat jokes about Niall and stopped at this diner where we got the most dreadful service.” Louis stated.

                Paul’s face defied what Allyson presumed possible and reddend even more, and that vein in the side of his head looked ready to explode.

                “All of you stop talking!!! Ms. Meyers I’m very sorry you got stuck in the middle of this. The five of you will not mutter another word! You’re getting on the tour bus, performing, and heading straight to your hotel! No adventures! No late night escapades! No fun! Now get moving!” Paul shouted. They hustled out of the room, muttering to each other in defiance, trudged down a few hallways and clambered onto the tour bus. Allyson took her usual seat towards the front and whipped her camera out of her bag and started scrolling through pictures, unbeknownst to the fact that Harry had taken the seat directly behind her and was peering at the pictures as she scrolled through. The first few were of him and the vintage car, but as she continued, he realized some were of the bar fight.

                Does she take everything as a photo opportunity? Woah, that was a great punch. Harry thought to himself. But Allyson had noticed him behind her.

                “What are you up to, peering at me from behind?” She inquired.

                “Nothing, absolutely nothing.” He responded, and then quickly shuffled towards the back of the bus. The next  few days were a blur to Ally, full of activity and photography, but none of what she really hoped for, attention. Harry’s attention. She’d come to the conclusion that this was how Harry acted, flirtatious, and then as though she didn’t exist. But Allyson Meyers had no patience for such games, or so she thought. In truth Harry had planned it all quite carefully. He’d give Ally what she wanted, and make her want more. When the attention stopped, Ally would know how much she missed it. This was the original idea, but Harry was starting to stray from it. This was his approach to all women. But Allyson was not all women. She seemed perfectly able to function without his attention, she was different. And he was attracted to that. He needed to figure her out, he needed to get her alone, but with Paul’s craze right now, it was practically impossible. So he waited, he waited until just the right guy was left at his hotel room’s door to sneak out. A security guy named Eric, who was rather easily persuaded with a box of twinkies.

                After a brief exchange of hushed words and a box of twinkies Harry was headed down the hall towards Allyson’s room, they were currently in Edinburg, and it just so happened that Edinbgurg had a festival of lights going on that week. He tiptoed about 40 paces before reaching her door and gently knocking. A sleepy looking Allyson came to the door, fortunately not already changed into her pajamas. Harry had decided to skip the bickering on this particular occasion, sneaking out was trouble enough. Ally had enough time to register who had appeared at her door before she was picked up, thrown over a shoulder, and carried down a flight of stairs.

                “What do you think you’re doing?” She protested.

                “Shhhhh… Let it be. No questions.” Ally prodded him with more questions about exactly what he was doing, but only received similar responses. Defeated, she let him carry her to the lobby, drop her off in front of the door, and put both hands in front of her eyes.

                “Now walk forward.” He ordered. Allyson silently obliged.

                “Open your eyes.” Harry said, Ally could sense the smile in his voice. And she understood why, Edinburg was beautiful. Lights were strung from every building, they shimmered from trees and decorated street lights. Music played softly from a speaker hidden nearby. Allyson turned to face Harry who had produced two glowing bracelets Allyson had seen being sold in one of the many booths at the square.

                “Not your average corsage, but I figured you’d want to shine.” He said, and then fastened them around her wrists. The music had picked up, the volume was turned up and a variety of popular songs started playing.

                “Let’s dance!” Harry exclaimed. They made their way to the dance floor, which had also been lit up, and starting moving to the beat. The tempo was rather quick, and Harry didn’t expect Allyson to have any talent whatsoever being a photographer and all, but he was sadly mistaken. Allyson danced like none other. She moved with the tempo, fast or slow. Her movements were fluent but sharp. If she saw a move she liked, she could mimic it flawlessly, sometimes adding her own flare. Harry made a mental note that she had excellent control of her hips. Allyson didn’t know how much time had passed, but she was having the time of her life. The lights, the bracelets, and the dancing all together were like something out of a book. Harry was smiling and occasionally he’d say something they’d share a laugh about. It came to the end of one of Allyson’s favorite songs, and then it slowed down drastically. She looked at Harry, who had been looking at her for some time. He offered her a hand and said,

                “May I have this dance?” To which Allyson said,

                “Most certainly.” Harry pulled her in very close and placed a hand on her waist, the other holding her hand. Allyson placed her free hand gently on his shoulder. He was a bit taller than her, and she liked the feel of his hand on her waist, it was firm and comforting. They swayed back and forth, smiling at each other, laughing and sharing about their experiences on tour. Harry asked about her home and family, what she liked to do in high school before becoming a photographer, ( he was rather amused by the fact that she had played midfield in lacrosse) he asked about her interests, and her pet peeves. He wanted to know everything. And Allyson asked him things as well, what life was like before the X Factor, what his first impression was of all his mates, his likes and dislikes, and so on. They must have danced for hours, but before either of them knew it, they’d have to rush back to the hotel, or face the wrath of Paul. Harry put his arm out for Ally to take hold of and walked her to her room they stood there for a moment and Allyson thanked him for the night. Harry was ready to return to his own room when at the last moment; Allyson raised herself on her tiptoes and kissed his lips swiftly.

                “Good night.” She said, and shut the door. Shocked, Harry Styles returned to his room with an overwhelming sense of victory.

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