Anonymous (A Harry Styles FanFiction)

Chapter 1

Hi! So glad you stumbled across this story and decided to give it a try! This is the first chapter of my first story ever so this is super exciting!! I hope you enjoy since I am having so much fun writing it:) Happy Reading xoxo

ALLIE POV

As her long day of what seemed like endless school and work came to a finish, Allie set out for her nightly routine. She always liked having a routine to look forward to, it made her feel efficient and she definitely liked efficient. Before she could completely neglect her book bag for the rest of the night, she took her laptop out and turned it on, putting it on her bed. She would do some of her school work now and then finish everything up tomorrow (Bless having only Monday, Wednesday, Friday classes this semester). She plugged in her phone and placed it on the nightstand next to her bed, but not before connecting to her Bluetooth speaker, affectionately named Buddy, and selecting some music to wind down to. Tonight's choice: the sultry sounds of James Bay.

She padded out of her room and down the hall to the bathroom, quiet not to wake her roommate. She quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, eager to get in bed. Just before turning out the light, she took a second to glance at her reflection.

She wasn't pretty. Well, that's what she always told herself. Nothing pretty...nothing special. She was about 5'9" and had an average physique. She towered over all her shorter friends, making her an automatic standout much to her dismay. Being nineteen years old, she'd expected her body to be like one of those fitness models you see on magazines, or maybe like one of those girls on Instagram who do nothing but take pictures in fancy places but somehow manage to have 3.3 million followers. Meaning, she'd expected her body to be toned, tanned, and perfect enough for 3.3 million followers. But she was pale, had adorably small boobs, and had no Instagram account so her argument was pretty valid.

She let her brown hair down from the bun she fashioned that day. It fell in waves around her shoulders and settled right at the middle of her back. Her blue eyes were tired from the crazy day but also full of hopes and dreams she knew she would one day achieve. Giving herself one last once over, she flipped the switch and headed back to her room.

The soft sounds of her music filled the room. Her movements resembling a dance as she glided around, finishing any last minute chores she had to do before getting into bed. She had just finished picking out her outfit for the next day when she heard a PING on her laptop. Surprised, she quickly turned off any lights in her room and rushed over to her laptop. She slipped under her covers in relief and sat her laptop on her lap, a message appearing on the screen.

(MyUsername94)- Good Morning, you filthy American!

She smiled while typing out her reply.

(BananaPie)- Hello to you, too, Harry. I might just be offended if you hadn't have said "good morning," it's pitch black here so you look sort of dumb...wait, why are you awake this early?

Harry lived in England and thanks to time zones, the only time they could chat was either when she was just waking up or when he had an early morning, like this. Thanks to both their busy schedules, they couldn't just chat whenever they felt like throughout the day.

(MyUsername94)- Work, as usual. They've got me doing crazy hours these days. It works out for me because now I can chat with you ;) What time is it over there?

(BananaPie)- Aren't you just the sweetest thing lol and it's just turning 1:30 AM.

Harry worked as a computer technician or fixer-upper or analyst or something. He had explained it to her once before but she could never remember what exactly it was he did. If she was really curious she could scroll back to that conversation and re-read what he said, but that conversation was months ago and she was honestly not really that concerned by it. He worked as a computer something and he sometimes had to wake up early. That was the information she knew and it was working out for her for the most part.