Inked [Harry Styles]

xi. running with the wind in our hair

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Harry asked me as we stepped nervously into the dance hall, feeling totally out of the vibe that the dancers had.

“Yeah!” I said with obvious nerves as we made ourselves known to the dance teacher.

I took a look towards Harry and he obviously thought the same as me. We were underdressed.

The men and women in that room were all wearing proper dancing items of clothing. Neither I, nor Harry had any experience with the sport so we had just turned up in typical gym clothes; sweatpants, tank tops and trainers. Needless to say that we were both feeling really awkward.

The dance teacher flounced up to us with a bright smile on her face and a name tag which said ‘Gloria’.

“You must be Harry and Evelynn if I am correct?” She said, her voice hinting with a slight Liverpool twang.

“Yeah that’s us.” Harry said, eyeing her up and down as if she was meat.

“Well I’m glad you’re here! Have you had any dancing experience before?” She asked us, still smiling. Surely her cheeks must be hurting now.

“Nope, it was her idea for me to ‘step out of my comfort zone’.” Harry said using his hands as quotation marks whilst giving me a glare.

Gloria laughed a twinkly laugh which sounded rather like a bell and then eyed our clothes up and down. She frowned and made a ‘hmm’ noise. She obviously had the same thoughts as Harry and I about our clothing attire.

“You two can’t dance in that, go into the store cupboard and choose out some dance clothes in your side.” She said and pointed us towards a blue coloured door.

Harry and I took a glance towards each other before wandering aimlessly like lost sheep to the cupboard. We twisted the rusty doorknob and our eyes analysed the stuffy, cluttered rectangular space.

There were hangers draping with training ballroom outfits; plain dresses for the girls and black t-shirts and trousers for the boys. Harry and I looked at each other and burst out into loud and obnoxious laughter.

“T-his is s-so embaras-sing.” Harry managed to splutter out in between his loud laughter.

“I’d rather wear this exercise stuff than those ugly things!” I screamed/whispered.

“This was your idea! Let’s go through half an hour and then do a runner!” He whispered back to me.

“So I have to get changed into these things?” I complained.

“Yes! I’ll get changed into twat clothes as well!” He said, trying to make me feel better.

“OK, choose something that looks remotely flattering then and don’t look while I get changed.” I said and turned round to pick an outfit.

-Harry-

While Evelynn was getting changed into her purple and blue ballroom outfit I couldn’t help myself to look at her cracking body. Evelynn wasn’t fat. She was the perfect size.

She had curves in all the right places and so what if her stomach wasn’t washboard and she didn’t have a freakin’ thigh gap. All girls felt the need for their ribs and collar bones jutting out but when all they really wanted was for society to accept them.

If Evelynn went to a pool with me and all she was wearing was a bikini then there would be pictures and the fans would call her fat. She would have a mental breakdown and I would have to pick up the pieces.

My fans made everyone who was associated with us feel like dirt.

They wanted all of us to date the perfect girl: skinny, a fan, pretty and someone that wouldn’t lash out at them if they were hurting the said girl.

There were a few who really didn’t care who the hell we dated and just loved us as a band but they were a sparse number. I knew that the said fans were really ashamed of the fandom they claim to be in.

I had a fan account which I used to follow accounts that would say their views about the fandom. Management didn’t know that I owned another twitter but they would kill me if they did.

“Harry.” Evelynn’s soft voice interrupted the thoughts zooming through my head at lightning speed.

“Yes babe.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore; please can we make a runner now?” She said.

“Why?” I questioned.

“Can we please?” The pain in her voice shone through and I didn’t further question.

Since I hadn’t even started to get changed and she was almost back in the unflattering but flattering to me gym clothes she was wearing before; we could just run now.

“Sure, grab my hand and we’ll run.”

I held out my hand to her and she took it with a smile. I smiled and she smiled a genuine smile back. I twisted the doorknob and we ran.

We ran from the dance class with smiles on our faces and the wind in our hair.

I looked over at Evelynn and she was smiling and laughing; her other troubles all forgotten about.

We ran and ran until we got far away from the dreaded class and at a desolate park with a river running through the middle of it. We spied a bridge and before I could protest, Evelynn dragged me towards the wooden structure.

We sat on the edge of the bridge; our feet dangling a metre above the trickling water.

“Evelynn, can I ask you a question that you have to answer truthfully?” I said and she turned to face me, her eyes losing all shine they had before.

“OK.”

“Why did you want to run away, you were so stoked on it before?” I asked her and she sighed and turned away from me.

“Because I looked really fat in that damn dress and I was worried about society alright!” She said and looked exasperated.

“You aren’t fat. You are the perfect weight to me and you shouldn’t please society because they don’t accept anyone. You should be you and never be anyone else because you being you is perfect.” I said and she turned to face me, her sapphire eyes brimming with tears.

“You really think that?”

“I do, now stop crying. You’ll have bags under your eyes.”

“My granny used to say that to me.” She said, wiping under her eyes; trying not to smudge the eyeliner that she wore.

“Mine too.”

“Are you sure we don’t have the same grannies?”

“Wouldn’t we be related then?”

“We better not be.”

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A/N: sorry for the late update i've been busy and i had writers block!

did anyone get tickets for the where we are tour? i did, i got tickets for sunderland on the 28th of may!

Picture on the side is me and my coke bottle. as you can see by my very tired face that i was excited about it! excuse the fact that i am in my dressing gown please.

The dedication is to my sister (not my real sister but i am that close to her) Abby, she is amazing and i love her okay! she is pretty, amazing, kind and everything i want in a friend. i love you abby

Amy x