Anonymous (Harry Styles)

Chapter Two: Her

I take his hand, Harry Styles’ hand, and he leads me towards the centre of the dance floor, before twirling me under his arm and placing his hand on my waist, pulling me towards him and we begin to dance.

He’s very attractive, was my first thought, my second being that the photographs in the newspapers really didn’t do him justice.

Silence falls upon us as Harry takes the lead of the dance, spinning and stepping in perfect synchronisation to the music that was being played.

It was like out of a movie, Harry watching me with a curious stare, whilst I blush under his watchful eyes and a smile can’t help but overtake me when he laughs at my blushing cheeks and my embarrassed looks when we lock eyes. It was perfect.

When the dance ends after what feels like seconds but was probably minutes, my heart can’t help but sink, those few moments with Harry are gone now, and as I pull away my heart leaps as his hand makes contact with my wrist, pulling me back towards him.

“Fancy one more dance?” He asks, and I blush once more, trying not to nod too eagerly as his hand once more is placed onto my hip, yet this time we are dancing with much closer contact, and I can’t help but breathe through my nose as I smell his aftershave.

“So, my name is Harry.” He introduces himself, but I hold back from the instinctive introduction.

“I already know who you are.” I answer instead, smiling to show him that it’s a good thing. “But don’t worry, I’m not… a stalker or whatever.”

He laughs, a good laugh and then nods his head.

“That’s a good thing.” He pauses, “Do you at least like our music?” I nod tentatively, truthfully I never really religiously listened to One Direction’s music, I would neither turn up the radio if their songs came on, nor turn the radio off abruptly once I’d figured out that it was One Direction, I just had a sort of appreciation that they were around, doing their thing.

“Anyway, you never told me your name.” He adds whilst twirling me around on the floor, which makes me smile more than I’d like to admit.

“Maybe I’m not going to tell you my name.” I tease in response, and I enjoy the way his eyebrows arch in surprise, as if I’m suddenly much more mysterious to him.

“Well, can I try to guess?” He asks.

“Be my guest.” I respond, knowing that there was never a chance that he would be able to guess my name.

“Summer?” He guesses, “Because your hair is blonde and it reminds me of the summer.” He elaborates. I shake my head, enjoying the attention he has settled on me, on trying to guess my name, like I’m the only important thing going on. “Give me a clue.” He begs, and I shake my head. “What about… Tracey.” I shake my head once more, and I wonder why he would think I was a Tracey, but this time he does not explain the guess. “Stacey?” He attempts once more and when I shake my head once more he throws his head back and let’s out a groan of frustration.

“This is the worst game ever.” He informs me and once the song ends again, Harry places his hand on my back and I’m surprised when he leads me to the bar, and grabs a champagne glass, handing it to me.

I take it, thanking him quietly and take a sip, before I place it back on the bar, leaning closer towards Harry.

“I have an idea.” I propose. He leans closer towards me, making my heartbeat accelerate faster, he really is much more handsome up close. “I’ve found that names often define us.” I confess, looking him intently in the eyes. “For tonight… you’re not Harry Styles, you’re not even Harry. You’re just a boy at a wedding, and I’m just a girl. We don’t need names, we don’t need any of it, we’re just her and him. So we can just spend this wedding together and have the night of our lives, not wondering if we’ll ever see each other again after today, not wondering what other’s will think of us because of who we are.” He stays silent for a moment, before nodding.