Mr. Harry Styles

1 Harry

First time for everything? Yes, it was the first time for me regarding many things. I was raised with a certain idea about what life would be like before that day. I can't say I saw it coming, it just happened. In my mind, there were just friends, girls and parties. I was a free person who was looking for a girl because all my friends were couples and had someone beside them, but not me, not Niall Horan. It was as if I landed outside and maybe there was a reason for that? Girls saw me more as a friend and it didn't matter how many times I flirted with them, it didn't change. I saw myself as an ordinary person, a guy who hadn't directly the look. I tried to shower daily, and I never let my hair become too long. I was careful what I put on myself, but at the same time, I chose a style that said the opposite. In order to earn money, I chose to take the works as were over. I worked in factories, I cleaned, I was standing in some grocery stores, and I worked extra all over the city and actually I got the money to last. "You should educate yourself." my family said. They wanted me to become something more than what I now was. My father wished that I had chosen a profession as gave me money, my mother felt that I could be a lawyer, and my brother was happy if I even considered to apply to college, but I went my own way. It was as if I never found myself, as if I would never be satisfied with my life and with myself. I was never satisfied with what I had around me and I was always picky.

Yes, my change came. I had in a way a choice to choose. Yet it was as if I slipped into something that was actually exciting and new. The first time I saw him was at a party at someones home, who wasn't my friend. I slid in and I saw him. He was such a man as you couldn't miss and I was surprised that I reacted in that way. I had always tried to find a girl that suited my taste, but now he was standing there, a man and he was the only one in the room that I saw. His green eyes saw everything everywhere and his face seemed to attract all those who were around him. He had dark hair, curly, and he was wearing clothes that were colorful. His way to be was mysterious. He smiled, he answered questions, but it was his eyes as gave the answers. It was as if he didn't needed to talk, he just needed to be there.

"That's Harry." Louis whispered right as it was to me. Louis was one of my friends and he seemed to have understood that I was staring at this new man.

"Really?"

I tried to sound as if I had no interest in the information, but Louis saw through me.

"Everybody wants him." he continued, as if I were interested. "Some say he's a free spirit and he has sex with everyone, both girls and boys, but so far has no one come forward who has really been with him in that way."

Too much information. I frowned.

"Louis, I'm not gay!"

He laughed a little and cocked his head.

"I know, but you react as if you like what you see, when you look at him. And I reacted the same way as you, the first time I saw him." He smiled a little bit. "And I stopped being interested when I realized that I would never get him. Therefore, I went back to my old life with the girls and fast fuck. You will do the same..."

I chose to take a mug with something strong in it and I chose to have a big distance to Harry. No I wasn't gay, but I admitted that Harry was one of the few that attracted. It was as if he hadn't a gender, as if he was neither a boy or a girl. He was somewhere in between. Harry moved freely in the room and he seemed to give everyone the same interest. When you talked to him, he laid emphasis on everything you said. That was at least what I saw from my corner. I couldn't stop to look at this miracle, this man as was as a god or goddess. When I happened to hear his voice, it was as if my whole body reacted. He had a dark and alluring voice. It was as if he unwittingly had all the qualities that a perfect person should have. He spoke slowly, quietly, and he put a thought behind every word. I shuddered just by hearing him talk.