You were smoking a cigarette on the rooftop of the hotel. It had been a really long day. Taking photos of the band wasn’t easy, especially as Harry made it as difficult as possible for you.

You stared out at the city below, it was bustling with people and cars, but there was something so beautiful about the New York skyline.

You heard footsteps approaching, but your eyes stayed fixed on the city below.

“That’s gonna kill you, y’know?” Harry nods towards the cigarette.