"Very punny." I say, laughing humorlessly, hands still over my face. "But seriously, I hate pictures."
"But I like pictures, and you make them better." He replies, sticking out his bottom lip. "Please, River, let me take pictures of you."
I sigh, resigned. Puppy eyes always work on me. "Fine, just...don't show anyone, okay?"
He chuckles and agrees, before assuming the role of director and photographer. "Okay, so I had this really great idea. Will you lay down?"
I give him a questioning look before laying back, taking some of the poppies with me by accident.
"Move your arms like this." He instructs, demonstrating by holding his arms out so they're not all the way raised.
I mimic his actions and can't help but feel like his barbie doll.
"And your hair..." He trails off, coming closer and leaning over me. He puts both hands under my head and swoops my hair out from beneath me so it lays in a halo around my head.
My heart rate picks up at his closeness, but as soon as he perfects my hair, he stands back up, distancing himself.
"Is that it?" I ask, pretending to be annoyed.
"Yeah. Close your eyes."
I do as he says and right after I hear the shutter of the camera close, I jump up, moving so I'm standing next to him and hoping he'll show me the picture.
"Are you really that eager to see? Or did you just want to get out of the limelight?" Harrison asks, flicking through the pictures he's already taken.
"Both." I reply, smiling sheepishly.
"Well, you get your wishes." He tells me, pressing the 'next' button once more to show me the photo he's just captured.
My breath catches in my throat when I see the beautiful girl he's taken a picture of. Surely, it's not me. I am about to ask him who else he's brought up here when I see them. The scars lining both her arms tell me that it isn't some other girl.
"Can't you photoshop those out?" I whisper desperately.
He turns to me, an unreadable expression, making his face look almost pained. "No... No, I can't."
"Why? They're ugly. They corrupt the picture."
"But I like pictures, and you make them better." He replies, sticking out his bottom lip. "Please, River, let me take pictures of you."
I sigh, resigned. Puppy eyes always work on me. "Fine, just...don't show anyone, okay?"
He chuckles and agrees, before assuming the role of director and photographer. "Okay, so I had this really great idea. Will you lay down?"
I give him a questioning look before laying back, taking some of the poppies with me by accident.
"Move your arms like this." He instructs, demonstrating by holding his arms out so they're not all the way raised.
I mimic his actions and can't help but feel like his barbie doll.
"And your hair..." He trails off, coming closer and leaning over me. He puts both hands under my head and swoops my hair out from beneath me so it lays in a halo around my head.
My heart rate picks up at his closeness, but as soon as he perfects my hair, he stands back up, distancing himself.
"Is that it?" I ask, pretending to be annoyed.
"Yeah. Close your eyes."
I do as he says and right after I hear the shutter of the camera close, I jump up, moving so I'm standing next to him and hoping he'll show me the picture.
"Are you really that eager to see? Or did you just want to get out of the limelight?" Harrison asks, flicking through the pictures he's already taken.
"Both." I reply, smiling sheepishly.
"Well, you get your wishes." He tells me, pressing the 'next' button once more to show me the photo he's just captured.
My breath catches in my throat when I see the beautiful girl he's taken a picture of. Surely, it's not me. I am about to ask him who else he's brought up here when I see them. The scars lining both her arms tell me that it isn't some other girl.
"Can't you photoshop those out?" I whisper desperately.
He turns to me, an unreadable expression, making his face look almost pained. "No... No, I can't."
"Why? They're ugly. They corrupt the picture."
