New Boy || [ Harry Styles au ] ✔️

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The room could easily be classified as the ones you'd see in those princessy movies. The whole room had this classy feel to it as everything was decorated using gold or silver. Countless men and women were socialising with others—one looking wealthier than the other.

"Dude." I whispered to Lucas. "You're dad is loaded. Are you sure my brōke-āss is even allowed to breathe in this air?"

Lucas laughed heartily, earning some looks from others. "Come, we have to greet people."

Instantly, I froze. Why did it not come through to my thick head that being Lucas' date would mean a whole lot of human communication with strangers!? I was about to make a run for it, before his arm wrapped around my waist.

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere." I whined at his statement. "Please Z, I need you here or else I'll gouge my eyes out in boredom." He stuck his bottom lips out a little, eyes widening adorably as I gave in like a loser.

I'm sure an hour or two had passed since the time read 8:07pm out in bold font. People were now dancing on the center of the room—not the dance that you'd see at a club unfortunately. The sophisticated ones. I tried with Lucas and I stepped on his feet one too many times until I excused myself to the refreshments table.

Won't lie...I've been here for about fifteen minutes now.

I saw my friends on the dance floor too, all of them looking lovesick—well, except Zayn and Lynette. They looked like they were about to fūck each other right there and then.

Zayn's eyes met mine, so I gave him a tiny smile. He motioned his eyes wildly to something, or rather someone a little farther away from him.

I followed his line of sight, eyes meeting with a sad looking female who kept looking in their direction. She turned her head a bit and my throat became dry.

What the fūck is Harper doing here!?

I looked back at Zayn, communicating with our eyes. He shrugged at my raised brow which indicated that he had no idea what she was doing here...Wait a minute...

If Harper's here...does that mean Harry's here too?

The look of shock settled into my face and it looked like Zayn understood as he looked at me with soft eyes. The look on his face confirmed my fear as I turned around just in time to see the familiar figure approach me.

Harry fūcking Styles in all his adult glory.

My eyes raked up his figure. Oh my days, had he matured. His body seemed more built than his 18 year old self. His shoulders were broader and I could make out the definitions of his abs as I tried not to stare for too long. The black suit he wore, clung to him perfectly.

His face. Oh God, that face. These last 4 years did him so well. His cheekbones seemed to become even stronger, his jaw sharper and I felt his green eyes move up and down my body, assessing me. My hormones were at an all time high.

"I can't believe my eyes. It's you." Those were the first words he spoke to me. His voice was deep and raspy and were doing unspeakable things to me. My throat dried up even more and my undies flooded. Fūckīng Great.

"I can't believe it's you either." I'm surprised at how my voice didn't waver. A minute of silence passed, the both of us just staring at each other until he cleared his throat.

"Follow me." He turned on his heel and walked ahead of me as I took slow steps behind me. What could he possibly want? I kept up my pace as I followed behind Harry, eyes downcast to avoid the looks of shock my friends were giving me.