Anonymous (Harry Styles)

Chapter Four: Her

Just remember Mystery Girl, that my name is Harry, and I am going to guess yours.

Harry’s words rang like a prayer through my mind, reminding me that the hope could still be there, that Harry Styles, the man who completely changed my views on everything in one single night, could somehow against all of the odds find me again. Maybe if he finds me, then it would be a sign that maybe this could have worked between us.

I returned home feeling light with the thoughts of the previous night’s events, my bridesmaid dress creased on my body, my shoes in my hands, and I’m sure my hair was all over the place, but I could only think about Harry, he’d spread through my mind like a virus, and I didn’t give a damn.

As the door shut behind me and I entered my parent’s house, immediately my younger sister was storming into the hallway, watching me curiously but not even saying a word.

“Can I help you?” I ask her slowly, and she seems to break out of a trance, pursing her lips and looking alarmingly similar to our mother.

“Where were you last night?”

“Out.” I respond, placing my keys on the side table and putting my phone on charge, waiting for the battery to come to life and I’m able to see just how many texts and calls I had last night whilst I was with Harry.

“With?” I choke on my breath, looking startlingly at my younger sister, and hating the accusatory tone in her voice. “What? I’m 17, I’m not stupid.”

“I met someone at the wedding, that’s it.” I tell her, not willing to give my little sister all the details.

“Who?” She pesters, persisting even as I move into the kitchen, purposefully taking a large chunk out of an apple so that I’m unable to answer, but my sister waits, despite clearly wanting answers, and when I swallow the bite, I decide that maybe she’s not the worst person to tell.

“Harry Styles.” I mumble, then take another bite of the apple so that she can’t ask more questions immediately after.

The effect is immediate; my little sister Kylie screams out my full name in shock, Kylie grabs my arm, pulling me behind her and when I ask where she’s taking me, she replies her room and soon I’m sat on her bed, whilst she paces across the floor in excitement.

“Please you have to tell me everything.” She begs, jumping onto the bed and grabbing my half-eaten apple out of my hand, understanding now that it was a ploy to avoid talking.

After more minutes of begging, I finally caved and told my little sister of the entire evening, from the first dance to leaving the wedding, obviously leaving out what had happened when we got back to his hotel room.

“And he doesn’t even know your name?” She questions and I nod, but receive a slap on the arm, making me cry out. “You idiot! If Harry Styles says he wants to see you again, you don’t refuse to tell him your name!” She pauses, “Are you a lesbian or something?”

“Of course not!” I sigh, “You never know, maybe somehow we’ll find each other again, and if we do then that’s a sign!”

“You and your signs!” She slaps my other arm this time, her blond hair falling round to her face and I move it away.

“Look, can we leave it now? I know I’ve made a mistake, I don’t need you to tell me I’m an idiot when I already know that.”

“Maybe you could go back to his hotel?” I snort in response. “Fine. Anyway, work called, they want you to go in at 2.” She walks out of her room, visibly looking defeated that her sister will not be meeting up with Harry Styles again in the near future. My eyes dart around the room, focusing on Kylie’s poster that she had pinned up years ago, of the five boys of One Direction, and I stare at Harry Styles’ face for a moment, before sighing, picking myself up and getting ready for work.