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Day 1: A Selfie Together
Peter has always been fond of taking photographs, and he had a talent for it some would say. He loved taking pictures of landscapes, strangers going about their day, of his friends and family he had gained in the last two years. His favorite piece of work though, was his photos of one Harley Keener.
He would never tell Harley that though, because it would freak him out and truth was, he had developed feelings for the boy who became his best friend. He just loved taking photos of him when he wasn’t looking, because that was the true Harley he knew. It wasn’t the one who put up a front around others he didn’t trust or know well enough. It was pure Harley, and he would always treasure that he was one of the few who got to witness it.
He just had to figure out how to tell him that without spooking him away.
“Peter.”
He saw Harley at the edge of the kitchen island, before making his way to stand closer to see what he was currently working on.
Not good.
He watched as Harley stood there peering over the photographs on the island, trying to take them all in, but what else could he do but turn red when he realized they were all of him.
“Peter, these pictures are all of me.” He stated with curiosity in his voice.
“That’s not true. There’s one of Tony, Morgan – “
“And myself as center focus.”
Harley was smirking now, no longer trying to cover it for Peter’s sake, just standing there with his arms crossed against his chest. Peter didn’t know how to turn this around, so he decided to just tell the truth.
“I just like taking pictures of you. The way you smile so unforbidden in moments where you think no one is looking, your freckles show more across your cheeks, and your hair somehow becomes more untamed if that were possible.” He breathed.
Peter heard Harley’s breath hitch a bit more, and his heartbeat increase about 10 beats more. He turned his head to view Harley’s face, but all he saw was him looking back at the pictures with a frown, creases showing between his eyebrows.
“I have one question though, why are there no photos of you and me here?”
“Well it’s kind of hard when I’m the one taking the photos,” He laughed.
Harley’s face lit up before he ran out of the kitchen, only appearing a little later with his phone on hand. “Then we’ll take one together.”
“Let’s do it Keener.”
Harley turned his camera on to face them both, before handing the phone over to Peter to take the picture. They stood together, and Peter made sure he picked the absolute perfect filter and size for the photo.
“Ok, I’m going to count to three.”
“One.”
“Two.”
“Three.”
Peter snapped the photo, but his eyes came out close, a small smile on his face.
Harley ruined the photo, because he turned his head and eyes closed as well, with his lips placed on Peter’s cheek.