Devyn's pov
The limo door opens and I gracefully get out knowing I'm being watched by hundreds of paparazzi flooding the entrance to the ball. I adjust my black lace mask that is laying over my eyes.
As I walk down the red colored carpet the paparazzi shower me with many different questions.... "Where is your dress from?" "Why do you not have an escort?" "Are you looking forward to attending the ball Devyn?"... I ignore them and continue up the few steps. The giant doors of the building swing open and I walk in. The venue was gorgeous. One of my favorite things to do. Balls, Galas, anything like these. "Devyn Wood." I tell the announcer. He looks down at a list he was holding in his hand. He clears his throat, "May I present to you, Lady Devyn Wood." I felt so princess like in the moment of him introducing me. It's a little kids dream come true.
A man in a royal blue vest and pants puts his hand out for me to grab as I make my way past the announcer. He helps me down the steps where I am greeted by many people. "Devyn! I'm so glad you could make it!" My aunt Sylvia says, embracing me in a hug. "I wouldn't have missed the chance to attend another ball to save my life." I smile. "Where is your father?" She looks around. "He had some.. business to attend to tonight." I say. "That's too bad." She says, switching her glass of champagne into her other hand. "Yes. He told me to send his love to you all. And that he wishes he could have come tonight." I tell her.
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I set my champagne glass on the table and lean my arm on it. My heels were starting to bother my feet. Looking around I suddenly lock my eyes on a tall brown haired, what looked to be green eyes man. He turns my way while he brushes his hair back out of his eyes with his fingers. Instantly a few pieces fall back down. I recognize him then. Harry Styles. We've met before at a different ball. We sat at the same table at an event a couple weeks ago. And of course everyone knows him from One Direction. I never noticed how attractive he is in person. I guess I've never really looked at him long enough to notice. I come back to reality and notice him looking at me. I quickly look down and run my finger around the rim of my glass. "Hello." A deep British voice fills my ears. I look up and softly smile. "Hello Harry." "Ah the beautiful lady knows my name." He says, leaning up against the table. "Why of course I do." I continue to softly smile at him. "Devyn, right?" I nod. "I remember you." He tells me. "Really?" I say, intriguing that someone like him would remember me. "Of course. How could I forget such a beautiful face. The smile, The eyes." I smile and look down. What a flirt. I'm not sure I've seen him be this much of a flirt with ladies before. But then again someone as handsome and good looking as him I'm not so surprised. He reaches his hand towards my chest. "May I?" He asks. He didn't wait for an answer. He fixes my necklace and looks at it for a couple seconds. "Pretty." He says. "Birth flower?" He asks. "Yes. I didn't think Harry Styles was into that type of stuff." I say. He chuckles. "You can get to know a lot about me that you didn't know if you want to." He chuckles.
We get interrupted by someone saying the dances are starting. Harry looks at me. "Would you like to dance with me." He puts his hand out. I gracefully set my hand on top of his and nod. He leads me onto the dance floor. He places a hand on my waist and interlocks our fingers with the other. I set my other hand around his shoulder. We slowly start moving along to the rhythm of the song. I look at him with a small smile on my face. "What's the smile for." He says. "Nothing. I just never pictured to be dancing with anyone tonight." I explain to him. "Why is that so." He asks. "Most men here are well, just not all that for me. Not that I'm picky. I just prefer not to dance with a lot of people." I say. "Sorry, I probably sound dumb." I add. "Not at all. What makes me special enough to get the chance to dance with you?" He asks. "Don't ruin it pretty boy." I smile.
We grow comfortable with each other after about 2 songs. We talked and got to know each other. His favorite colors are orange and blue. He likes apple juice. He has a sister named Gemma. He has a scare on his chin that he got on a skiing trip. He loves the game Scrabble. And his middle name is Edward. I learned so much more throughout the rest of the night.
"I had an amazing night Devyn Madilyn." Harry bows and chuckles. "So did I Harry Edward." I curtsy and smile. "We shall meet again on another beautiful day." He kisses my hand. "As we shall." I say. "Care to walk out with me to the limos?" He asks, putting his arm out. "Actually I'm not sure my limo is here yet." I inform him. "That's okay. My driver can take you home." He says. "No that's okay. I don't want to make you go out of your way just to get me home." I say. "Thank you though." "No don't worry about it. I would love the pleasure of taking a gorgeous lady home." He says. I chuckle. "That came out kind of weird and not in the way I meant it." He says. "I would love for you to take me home." I wrap my arm through his.
We walk up the steps and the grand doors open. The paparazzi was still there indeed. "I'm interested to see what they make up of us walking out together." I lean over and whisper to Harry. "That's out of my imagination. They make up crazy shit sometimes." He says. I smile and look up at him.
