One Fall Night //Harry Styles //

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     October 14th, 2014 before.

     Maybe it was the way her eyes gleamed when she laughed. Or the way her warm smile greeted everyone, the way it made everyone feel welcomed. Maybe it was because she was out going, yet she was shy, or the way she knew what was coming. The way she was able to help those who needed it. The way she made them smile. The way she noticed those who weren't. He wasn't sure what he loved most about Sutton Smith. A name so simple, yet it meant so much.

    The first time they met Harry could remember clearly. It was around eleven at night. She, with many others, stood on the grass next to the dock. Not many people were out at this time for Boston. Yet the fresh breeze was cool, relaxing. It seemed to cool off everything.

     "I'm freezing man," Louis groaned, wrapping his arms around himself. "Let's just go."

     "No way, I'm not going back to your place, not until those idiots show up," Harry grumbled, he reached deep into his pockets.

     His long, pale, fingers wrapped around the cigarette. He fumbled to light it, but once it was done he inhaled. He sighed, letting his shoulders slump back, "can I bum off of you?" Louis pleaded.

     "No," Harry rolled his eyes.

     "Fine, I'll ask them."

     Harry looked up to see a bon-fire. Louis rubbed his hands making his way up, Harry rolled his eyes. The sound of the wood crackling seemed soothing. It made him want to close his eyes and fall asleep right there. He opened his eyes, exhaling the smoke. Across the orange flames stood a girl. She smiled, brightly, almost as bright as the fire.

     She swayed her hips to the music, the guitar being played by a blond boy. Her right hand gripped a water bottle, she twirled, tossing her head back and laughing. It was a beautiful melody and that's what Harry believes first drew him in. She stopped, pressing her lips in a line to refrain from smiling, her eyes meeting Harry's. They weren't any special color, not blue, not green, they were a simple brown. Something most people had, yet hers were a color he would never forget. She had that effect on him, on everyone.

      She lifted her free hand, waving at him. Even over the flames Harry could see her cheeks flush. Her red stained lips parted to mouth hello. He was amazed by her beauty. Her glow. He gave her a simple head nod, in a daze.

     "Harry!" Louis called, standing next to a blonde. "Come over here!"

    Harry rolled his eyes and flicked his cigarette into the fire. He made his way towards the two. "This is my friend Harry. Harry this lovely lady Claudia-"

     "Clara," the blonde corrected.

     "Not important," Louis shushed. "Has invited us to stay. Isn't that nice?"

     "Who is that?" Harry asked, looking back at the brunette who was now dancing again.

      "Sutton," Clara said.

Harry nodded and made his way over. He sat down on the sand and looked up at her. She stopped dancing, looking down at him. She stuck out her hand, "Sutton Smith," she greeted.

"Harry Styles," Harry gripped her hand. It was small, soft, and warm. It felt like it fit perfectly in his, like it was made for his hand.