Memoirs

Part Two

I decided to start getting ready, the party was today and I was still internally dreading the fact that I had to leave. Sighing, I pulled out the dress that I would be wearing and lied it down on my bed. I sat at my vanity and began to do my makeup, it was a simple winged eyeliner with light brown eye shadow to bring out my light eyes and a soft pink lip color, practically a shade darker than my natural lips. My hair as straightened and I decided to slide on my dress. It was a black shift dress but it helped out my curves more than I expected and I paired it with a pair of black pumps.

"Are you ready?" Sarah asked, and I didn't realize how late I had started getting ready. I just nodded and grabbed a few things that I would need and followed her out of my room, ignoring the mess that still flooded my floor. We met Liam in the living room and I greeted him as I did always, with a small hug. Once I pulled away we all left for the party.

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I looked around me, at all the people and statues, particularly just being observant. My senses were higher than usual since I was in a big crowd of people and I didn't know anyone but the two I came with. But that was no use since they staked off as soon as we stepped foot in the building.
People were laughing and talking at a decent volume along with their friends, acquaintances, whatever they were to one another. People were also observing the art, discussing how one piece had a bit "too much" and how other had "absolutely nothing at all". It was annoying to be honest, people but their time and energy into these pieces and it's rather stupid that it doesn't match up to the standards of some people.

"Ma'am, would you like a glass of wine?" a waiter pulled me out of my thoughts, I shook my head politely and muttered of soft no thank you before turning my attention to the soul who sat on the piano bench. On the top of his head was a mass of unruly curls and I couldn't quite catch his face since his hair fell in front of my view. I watched the man, watching as he messed with his rings and cracked his fingers before playing a composition. I knew it, I knew that piece from my past and it ate away at me just hearing it. It was Bach's Fugue in G minor, known as "Little Fugue" and I knew every note just like I knew how to breathe. But that was the thing, this man, playing this specific piece made me forget how to breathe because all I could process was the music and not myself.

Soon enough I found myself desperately breathing once Sarah pulled me from my own thoughts once again. "Are you okay?" she asked softly, pulling me away from the piano where the music had abruptly stopped. I shook my head, knowing I was not going to be okay. Especially not for the rest of the night.

"Please show me how to play, you always play this song." I begged the older boy, he just flashed me his dazzling smile and nodded.

"Fine, fine. But only because you ask about a hundred times every single time I play." he teased.

He played this composition about three times a day, and I always wanted to learn. It made me smile at how beautifully simple it was. I mean, in words of simple, it didn't have too much in it. It was a calming piece.

"First you press this key," he showed me and I followed in suit, pressing it as long as he did "that's G." And it continued like this, him showing me each key and telling me what it is and breaking up pieces of the composition so I can learn.

"Um, excuse me?" a deep voice brought me out of my memories, something that everyone has been doing tonight. I looked up to meet green irises, with specs of brown and yellow, maybe even blue? "Yes?" I asked carefully and he smiled softly, "I just came to check on you, I noticed that you stopped breathing in the midst of my playing." I just nodded to the strange, letting him know I'm fine before walking away to find myself a glass of water.

Once I found it my mind went to the man. His eyes were such a lovely shade of green, none that I've seen in my 21 years of living. His lips were a deep shade of pink and his voice was impeccably deep and slow, with a trace of a British accent. Now realizing, I felt awfully guilty that he stopped his playing because of my breathing. I mean, it wasn't his fault that I have a shitty past. "Ma'am?" the deep voice captured my attention once again and my eyes met his.

"Yes?" I asked. He placed his hand out for me to shake, which I obliged to and watched as he introduced himself. "I'm Harry. Harry Styles."

Did I want him to know my name? In fact, did I even want him to know me? I don't think that I do and my senses are too overpowering for me to get a decent thought in. "Forgive me, but I must go." I said quickly, my past worming its way in my mind as I turned around and left from his presence. I didn't wait to find Liam and Sarah, I just grabbed my coat and walked out the door.
Once I got a hold of a taxi, I told them the way back home and quickly ran inside after paying. The rain hasn't let up and I almost fell twice but I didn't care since I was now in the comfort of my apartment.

I walked into my bedroom and looked through all the papers on the floor, internally groaning at the mess before finding the illegible handwriting.

If you ever need me, just call.

It wasn't even that I could specifically call, but it was the only paper I could find on the floor with his handwriting. And I needed some sort of comfort from freaking out and leaving the party.