"Where are we going?" I asked Harry while he drove through the busy streets of Portland.

"You have your camera right?" Harry ignored my question yet I answered his in return.

"Yeah." I shoveled it out of my bag showing him that I did in fact have the object he wanted. Harry had asked me to bring my camera with me to whatever location he had in mind.

"But where are we going?" I tried again bring up the previous question.

"My apartment." He responded and in all honestly I didn't really expect him to answer me since in the past he answered saying we were going to have a good time.

"Your apartment?" We pulled into an underground parking lot that I could only assume was Harry's apartment building.

"My apartment. Have you ever not had a good time with me? You should trust me more than you do Rowan." Harry stopped the car letting us both out I followed him to the elevator that would lead us up to his space.

Opening up his home to me I looked all around absorbing the modern looking apartment he called home. The walls were all painted white for the exception of a brick accent wall that I admired. The place was nicely decorated and felt open with the big windows letting natural light flood inside.

"It's beautiful." I told him with my eyes wandering around the room. "So why are we here?"

"Where's your camera?" He asked while I then pulled it out of my bag he began taking pictures of me.

"What are you doing?" I laughed while he shouted things like, "Work it" and "Give me a sexy one now".

Beginning to do what he told me he took all kinds of pictures of me while he made various jokes and caused me to laugh on many occasions. Taking the camera from him I began to snap shots of him to which he easily complied. Striking poses for me he acted like he was born to be a model, like he was made to be in front of the camera. The room was filled with giggles as he made fun of my various angles I got down to for just a photo.

"This is my job." I told him getting down on my stomach to take pictures of his boots he posed in various positions.
Making a makeshift tripod I set my camera on bursts where we could take a burst a photos without the need of me going and taking them manually. Posing next to Harry he held my back giving the camera a sexy pose that made me even do a double take in my head. Harry really was stunning with his intense green eyes and nicely toned arms that were inked in black images.

Doing various poses while the camera went off I began to laugh at Harry's different poses he struck when the camera would go off. Beginning to pose next to him he told I had to "Step up my game."

"Oh yeah I forgot you were a professional super model." I laughed sarcastically at his playful advice.

"And don't you forget it again!" He gave me a smolder that caused me to laugh at him.

Taking another burst of photos he pressed his lips against my cheek while I held my hand over my mouth. Blushing a little at his lips on my cheek I tried to brush it off like i didn't have a second thought about it. Secretly though I wished I could have felt his lips on my skin once more. Besides me father I hadn't had much male affection since what happened with Kait. I forgot the fact that Harry and I were only friends though, we were nothing more than just good friends. Shaking my thoughts off that I had ventured into our mini photoshoot came to and end when the sky darkened outside.

We had spent all afternoon till this evening taking pictures. I was cautious at first when he said his apartment could be fun but was proven wrong after just a few seconds. I had come to the conclusion that Harry and I didn't need anything to have fun. Our company sufficed.

Taking the camera into my hands I sat down in the couch looking through all the pictures we had taken with Harry sat next to me.

"We look like a Hollywood power couple." Harry pointed to one where my hand was positioned into the middle of his chest while we gave off sexual looks.

"We kind of do." I laughed noticing some looked as though we were a celebrity couple.

Laughing at the various faces we pulled we cycled through the entire camera roll commenting on each photo with different criticism for each. Everything was light hearted between Harry and I. Nothing was serious and I loved every minute of it.

"So what are you planning for dinner?" I asked him curling up in the couch leaning my head on his shoulder putting the camera into my lap.

"I wanted to keep on the trend of your love for little kid food so I got some Ramon noodles." He answered standing up and leaving me to sit curled up alone. My head dropped when the support of this shoulder was absent.

"I haven't had Ramon noodles since I was like six!" I told him not moving from my spot.

"Do you want some wine?" Harry asked me while I turned around to face him in the kitchen.

"Do I even need to answer that question?" I raised an eyebrow showing him that it was obvious what my answer was.

Pouring out a white liquid he brought the glass over to me. Thanking him we waited till the water boiled for the noodles to be put into the pot. He sat back down next to me and I placed my head where it had resided before.

Sitting around the rest of the night we slurped out noodles and laughed over what we used to believe as children. The wine and conversation coursing through us while I smiled at Harry who told countless stories of his childhood I begged to hear. This was the first time he had opened up to me about his family, before all this I had never even known his sisters name. Gemma is what she was called.

As the night went on again I didn't want to leave Harry's company. I wanted to stay here on his couch with him laying next to me, bring me all the warmth I needed. Again I had to remind myself that we were only friends and this feeling I was feeling was wrong. Whatever I felt towards Harry was more then just a friend but I knew it was wrong so I tried my best to push it away. I didn't want to ruin what I had with Harry and I wouldn't let myself say too much.