"Oh don't be so dramatic! He probably just didn't see you or recognize you," she stated as I watched the crowd leave. 

"We made clear eye contact Laura. What more does someone need?" I snarled back at her probably too harshly for such a good friend. 

"Well um I don't know?" she mumbled dishearteningly. 

"Lets go." I snapped more to myself than anything. 

"Oh alright crabby pants," she followed beside me as we continued our way to finding a restaurant. If she wasn't my best friend she probably would've ditched me by now with my unwanted attitude. 

We ended about 5 blocks from that area at a fast food joint. Laura got the drift that I wanted to be done very quickly. Which is why we found ourselves at my place not soon after. 

"Wow you are so hooked," her voice slurred out as she picked up all the pictures sprawled on my living room table. 

"No I just thought he was interesting." 

"So you're using past tense now?" she mocked and picked up a few other pictures. 

"Yeah I am. You got a problem with that?" sticking my tongue at her I plopped onto the couch beside her and kicked away the pictures that were left of him. 

"Well then can I have these?" 

"No!" my body threw itself at her, reaching for the photos she held just out of reach. 

"Ha! You're still hooked!" she screeched and jumped up from me. 

"No i'm not! My photos are just my photos!" forcing myself up, I ran after her, and grabbed at the photos. 

"No these are of Harry Styles! The guy you totally are crushing on!" her voice teased at me. 

"Ugh!" grunting I dropped onto the floor and threw whatever was by me at her. 

"I'm not even his fan. I'm less than nothing to him," my voice whispered to myself. His face still was stuck in my head, It was hard not to admit my worthlessness. I barely knew him why did it even matter. 

"I don't think so," Laura wrapped her arms around me and placed herself by me. There we rested, for who knows how long, as I stared at the mess in front of me. 

"Well how do you know that miss know it all? You were a fan not his best friend," huffing I curled into myself against the chaos of a floor. 

"It's easy to see someones personality miss soul photography, especially when he interacts with fans such as myself. He went out of his way for them, never flung them aside for his own benefit. There's something you don't know and that's okay. Just give it time."

Her hand rubbed against my back and soothed the ache I had in my chest. More than ever I knew one date didn't mean anything, but these stories were so easy to get wrapped up in. It was hard not to make it personal. Souls are a powerful thing when you actually get the chance to meet them instead of just looking through a camera screen, its a whole new perspective, and it's very addicting. 

"You always get so invested in your work, even in high school the only class you got good grades in was photography. It's funny how you ended up taking therapy because of it," she chuckled to herself as she reminisced. 

"Hey! We all have our stories in High School. Don't think I don't forget your workaholic tendencies that pushed you to the hospital from exhaustion!" I squealed, swatting at her thigh in defense. 

"oh blah blah. Mine was legitimate," her tongue stuck itself at me, as her eyes looked away. 

"No it wasn't! You didn't even got to college!" sitting up I pushed her to the side, her body erupting in laughter. 

"You're right but I had plans! I had good intentions," she admitted wholeheartedly which I agreed to. 

It had been a while since we got together due to us being so busy with work so we spent most of the night reminiscing about the past. Perks of being school best friends is we saw every phase that each of us went through. So that meant half of the night was also spent cringing at our past selves, there's a reason our brain blocked it out. 

Notes; 

Good friendships are always a breathe of fresh air, maybe a new friendship could be too?