Dancing Into His Arms (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Prologue

2079 AD

"Hey, what's that?" 

I glance over at my sister, Silvia, who is obviously playing on her Interactive headset and not paying me a bit attention. 

Her blue eyes lift to meet mine.

"Huh?" she asks, unplugging herself from the virtual world in her new Iphone23. She's been on it nonstop since she got it for her birthday last month; right before we got the call our great grandmother had died and left us her inheritance. Which was a lot, because she had a crap-ton of money, apparently.

This inheritance, included her mansion. 

I was so excited when we first got here. I ran through the entire house, looking to call dibs on the "perfect" room. Call me childish if you may, but it was totally worth it. 

I ended up choosing a room on the left wing of the house. The light shining through the windows that overlooked the willow tree garden was just so enchanting.. Though the room was empty from the movers, peace could be felt as soon as you entered. 

The strangest thing is: I've never met my grandmother. You'd expect that in a certain household if the families were arguing, but that was never the case with my father. He'll tell wonderful stories about his grandparents and all the places my grandmother took him, but for some reason she's a complete stranger to me. Yet here I am, in her house, looking through a window that she must've looked through.

 Even now, 2 weeks later, this thought still feels odd to me. 

I point to a box lodged in the corner of my room. It's weird I never noticed it before, it was just sort of...there.

My little sister just raises an eyebrow, "And...?"

"No it's just...they forgot to take this." I scramble over, tripping over myself as if I found lost treasure. My sister just shakes her head as if I'm crazy, though still peers at me from under her thick, black, square glasses, a bit curious also.

A thick coat of dust is collected at the top suggests it hasn't been disturbed in a long time. That, and the cardboard looks weathered as hell; multiple brown stains encrusted within. It obviously hasn't been touched in a long time.

I pause, considering this, before carefully wiping away the dust and not-so-carefully tearing open the taped up lid. 

I gasp.

I'm greeted by colorful, sparkly, stage outfits. They remind me of something I saw in my history book, resembling the 2010s or something.

Silvia peers over my shoulder and I nearly jump out of my skin.

 "Where did you come from?" I ask, laughing blithely.

"I dunno, the other side of the room, maybe?" she replies, oozing sarcasm "Whatcha got there?"

"I..don't know..This is obviously great grandmama's.. I don't know if we should be sifting through her stuff." I blurt, truthfully.

She kneels down beside me. "I honestly don't think she'd mind if she were... you know. And aren't you the least bit curious? This is like some life changing movie, right here!" she bumps my shoulder with hers and I smile to myself. 

She's right. I've always wanted adventure, but I'm home schooled..so you can understand how that's working out for me. I'm a Junior, yet I've never even held hand with a boy, and I'm so awkward, I don't know how to make friends in social situations. I always babble and make mistakes and people end up thinking I'm weird, when the truth is: I just really want to be your friend but don't know how to relay that in a socially excepted way. 

That, added onto us moving into some random mansion in the countryside, where not a soul is around for miles?

Life's going just grreeeeat (note the sarcasm)

Silvia, my 14 year old little sister, on the other hand, is doing amazing. She makes friends easily and people love her. How can anyone be so charming? Show me your ways!

My sister gingerly reaches into the box and unfolds one of the outfits. It's a dark purple jumper with grey, tan, and black sparkles and long sleeve fringes.

"It's so soft.." she whispers, running her hand over the fabric. "I swear, It feels like it was made yesterday."

 I tentatively reach out and feel each one as she pulls them out, too much of a wimp to take anything out myself. 

Each one is different from the next, full of vibrant, albeit dark, colors; just a bit faded from age.

We find multiple things wedged in along the outfits. Just random articles of stuff with no meaning, at least to us. Finally, at the very bottom we find a small linen bag with something hard inside.

I take the liberty and investigate.

Inside? A gigantic diary with a three small yellow creatures wearing glasses and overalls; they looks like cartoon characters.

"Dude..." Silvia and me exchange glances. She looks genuinely excited and different from her usual 'meh' attitude.

"This is history" I breath. 

Cradling it in my arms, I turn the first page.

March 23rd, 2017...