Liam got a camera for his eighth birthday, and it quickly took the place of the friends he didn’t have. Though he didn’t interact with people much, he loved them. Loved the way they looked, they way they photographed. He never told them though. In the beginning of his third year at university, he finds the perfect muse, and for the first time, he wants to know the person behind the pictures.
WARNING: MATURE CONTENT
Liam got his first camera when he was eight. From the moment he felt the click under his fingertip, he was in love; it had hardly mattered that no one had showed up to his party. Everyday from that point, he kept the 35mm hanging around his neck. He couldn’t count the number of times it was taken from him because he was snapping pictures in class. His mother was always reminding him that it was rude to take pictures of people without asking first.
“Take pictures of the trees, Liam,” she would say to him. “Or the clouds.”
He would look up at the trees then, contemplating them. They had their appeal. If he got just the right angle, he could capture the shadow. If the light was right, the grain of the bark came to life. But they were boring. Sure, the patterns may not look the same, but to him, a tree was a tree, and he had seen them all before.
This was the first 1D fic I ever read and it convinced me to give some more stories a chance. (New fandoms are intimidating to me which is why I only read in a few). It’s a beautiful concept and so well written. I thought I’d lost the link for the longest time, but I stumbled on it again today and I could not be happier that I found it again at last so I could reread it.