||O n e - H a r r y||

||Chapter One||

[Harry]

I do my job for two reasons.

One, it's pretty obvious; it's my job and it provides some cash.

Two, I keep them to myself.

Them...

The photographs.

Specific ones though.

Yeah, I'm a photographer.

I'm constantly surrounded by the 'click-click' annoying sound.

It's my profession though, so I don't find it annoying.

I'm the sneaky type.

The hidden nightmare to every celebrity.

I'm a stalker.

I follow those with bad reputations and worsen their image.

I follow those with good reputations to find a weak string.

I follow the 'perfect' and change it to 'imperfect'.

I work at the world famous magazine.

Built for gossip.

STAR Magazine.

Currently, I'm in the middle of stalking the loved blonde.

Trying to take an embarrassing photo maybe.

Ellen DeGeneres can never be embarrassed though, can she?

'Click'

I took a random pick anyways.

Just in case my boss asks.

"He's odd, weird, and mysterious." My boss, Sheila said.

"This charming image of his has to have some secret behind it." She continued.

"Find it for me and you're definitely get a raise this time."

I already follow him everywhere without her asking me.

I know enough information about Louis Tomlinson.

That's why I'm following Ellen right now.

I can't say I'm not happy with Sheila's request though.

I'd follow that walking beauty everywhere.

I actually do.

I'm done with Ellen.

She's boring tonight.

I think I'll ask Niall to follow her from now on. If she saw him, she'll think it's just her reflection in the mirror anyways.

God, I laugh at my own jokes sometimes.

What can I say?

I'm funny.

"Hello?" I whispered through the phone.

"Are you watching Tomlinson?" It was snobby Sheila.

I rolled my eyes.

"Yes I am." I lied.

"Good, what is he doing?" She asked.

Doesn't she know that curiosity killed the cat?

"At home, sleeping I'm guessing." I replied.

"Boring." She commented.

"No shit." I spat.

Good, she ended the call.

My lie wasn't a total lie anyways.

It's night time which means Louis is definitely at home.

That's what I'm gonna be doing tomorrow.

Following my Louis.

Figuring out his little secret.

Why is he always home after the sun disappears?

Does he believe in the existence of vampires and werewolves?

Or is he just afraid of the dark?

I get in my car.

I flick through my 'Canon' camera.

Louis's smile is all I need to end this tiring day.

I will find his secret very soon.

He'll notice me then for sure.

Finally.

After two years of stalking him.

After two years of hanging his photos all over my apartment.

I'll get him to beg for my mercy.

P.S. I might sound creepy, but I'm not. I'm just in love. Doesn't love make you do crazy things? That's my definition of crazy.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

{First thing you should know about this story is that the chapter will always be short.

This style in writing, as in having three lines and then skip is something I suddenly started right now while writing so I thought why not?}

Fin.