The Dancer Behind The Mask (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter Three - Yellow

Harry’s P.O.V

It is week 3 for the dance charity, which means that the blonde girl in the yellow mask has to reveal herself. We were sitting in the front row of the arena waiting for the show to start and the Irish lad on my left was bouncing in his seat due to his excitement.

Flashback to last night

I was sitting in my room scrolling through twitter on my white iPhone when Niall poked his head around my door.

“Can I talk to you?” He asked.

“Sure” I said as I sat up. “This about Yellow?” I asked with a cheeky grin. He looked taken aback.

“H-h-how’d you know?” He stuttered.

“You’re not entirely subtle Niall.” I told him with a smirk.

End of Flashback

He told me last night that he thought she was pretty and energetic. I haven’t noticed her because I’ve always been drawn to Purple; it was like her and I instantly clicked. We both appeared to be cheeky and she was absolutely gorgeous. I haven’t even met or seen her properly and I feel like I’ve known her for years. When Niall was explaining everything to me last night it sounded so familiar to how I felt about Purple. How can two girls who we’ve never met cause so much stress to two boys who practically have girls throwing themselves at them?

I was pulled out of my thoughts as the announcer and the 5 girls walked out on the stage. The announcer was standing in the middle of the stage with Yellow next to him and the 4 other girls where standing in a line along the back wall.

“As you all know,” the announcer started “this week is the third week out of 8 which means the first girl has to reveal herself. As you can probably tell, first up is the dancer in the yellow mask.”

Yellow reached up to the back of her head and untied the mask and pulled it away from her face. I glanced over at Niall and his jaw was practically on the floor. I looked back up at Yellow. She had blonde, wavy hair that was up in a side ponytail and it cascaded down her back and reached to the bottom of her back. She had bright hazel eyes and from what I could tell they had golden flecks through them. She was skinny and short. All up, she was beautiful but nothing compared to Purple. I looked over at Niall and his jaw was still open so I nudged him in the side and he got the hint to close his mouth but he was still staring.

“How about you introduce yourself?” The announcer asked Yellow as he passed her the microphone.

“Hi, um…” she started but she seemed confident, but not over confident, which exactly Niall’s type of girl (A/N I don’t actually know if confident but not over confident is his type…). “My name is Elysha, I obviously like to dance and I play hockey and soccer in my spare time but you call it football over here. I’m not sure if you can tell, but I’m Australian, and the only Australian in the group as the others are all British. Um, I like to eat and people get shocked when I eat because they never expect a small girl like me to eat so much. I can play guitar and my Dad brought me my first guitar before, um, an incident happened and I never let anyone else touch it.” She told us while fidgeting with her necklace. He necklace said something but I couldn’t quite read it. When she noticed she was playing with it she continued, “Oh, also I always wear this necklace because it was the last thing my Mum brought me before…”she trailed off and shuffled her feet. I glanced over at Niall and he seemed to have mixed emotions. He looked happy because he finally saw her and she likes to eat just as much as him. But he also looked sad because obviously something happened with her parents that she doesn’t like to talk about. That’s what I like about Niall, he always feel bad for others around him.