designed for him. •harry styles•

past: one

it was saturday morning and the refreshing smell of coffee filled my dorm room. my roommate gracie and i were catching up on our episodes of gossip girl, while browsing our pinterest pages.

i got up from the couch and filled my mug up with my third cup of coffee in the last hour. as i walked back to my cozy spot, a ding came from my laptop. before i could check it, gracie jumped over to see what it was.

"oh my gosh anna! you have a match on that dating website i secretly signed you up for!"
"what? you signed me up for a dating website?" i said as i rushed over to see the notification, "how could you? you know i'm not looking for anyone right now." she scoffed, "oh we all know you need to get laid right now more than ever."
"what is that supposed to mean?" i laughed. "you're so stressed out lately, no harm in distracting yourself with a hot guy," she leaned in and nudged me to check it out. i pulled up the page and i in fact did have a match. "ooooo jackson is a hot name, click on his picture right there," she said pointing to the right corner of the page. "he is such a hottie!" she said as she put her arms around me. "what? you actually think i should go out with the guy?"
"uh, look at those dimples, you're totally going!" she said as she got up and ran to the closet.
"i'm so not ready for a date though, i don't even have anything to wear," i shrugged. she poked her head into my closet and said "yeah, it's a good thing you have me." she ran over to her side of the room and looked in her closet and pulled out a red dress. "this. this is what you're going to wear. no guy will stand a chance against this dress on you." i smiled and couldn't believe i was going to do this.

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i was standing in the lobby of some fancy restaurant he wanted to have dinner at. i was wearing a flowy red dress that stopped right above my knees and my lucky black heels that i usually wore for meetings with my boss. i stood there for about thirty minutes, when i began to question whether or not he was actually going to show up. i gave him ten more minutes and still a no show. half of me was relieved but the other half was depressed and worried. was i not hot enough to show up for? did he find someone different? i walked out the door with a pout and started walking down the sidewalk alone. i didn't even have the guts to call gracie and rant to her about being stood up. i kept walking until i found a small bar in the middle of manhattan. i decided that this night couldn't get any worse, might as well have a drink or two to settle my upset stomach.

i opened the door and felt the wind of the room blow my dress up a little bit, "oh shoot!" i said as i pulled it back down. i stumbled over to the bar where i sat with my face in my hands, trying to cover the tears going down my face. i just sat there for ten minutes thinking about life and how i was never going to find love in a city of 8 million people. all of a sudden a body sat next to me in the chair to my right. "she'll have a vodka, straight." i didn't even look up at the mysterious voice, when i said, "excuse me, but i don't need your help with ordering a drink." i started to look over, "i've had enough of people controlling my life toni-" my face went blank. he smiled at me and laughed, "are you going to finish your sentence?" i gathered all my thoughts and realized who i was looking at, "you're, you're harry styles." he laughed again, "um, yeah that's what they call me. what do they call you?" i replied with still no facial expression, "um," "go on," he smiled. "i'm anna." i said as i shook my head back to sanity.

i just sat there staring into his green eyes trying to figure out how this situation was even possible. "what are you doing here? in this bar? shouldn't you be like on tour or something?" i questioned him with a smile. "um, well, for one i needed a drink, and two no i'm just here in the city, where i live."
"wait you live here?" i said with a surprised facial expression.
"yep i do," he said in his cute british accent. i laughed. "wow, that's cool." i said as i took the drink the bartender handed me. "thanks for this." i said as i put my drink in the air. "anything for a girl who's sitting alone at a bar," he replied. "what's that supposed to mean," i nudged him on the shoulder like i had known him forever. he just laughed. we sat there and talked about our life problems and how we had never been so lucky in the romance department.
time flew by and it had gotten to be 1am, when i realized what time it was. i looked down at my phone and saw 30 messages from gracie asking where i was and if i was okay. "oh shoot," i said in the middle of his sentence. "i'm so sorry, but i really have to get going. my roommate is freaking out right now." "oh, that's cool, it's getting late anyways," he smiled. "i had a lot of fun though, much better than the time i probably would have had with that jackson guy anyways," i laughed. "we should do it again sometime," he said as he handed me a napkin with his number on it. "oh, yes." i said as i grabbed it. i awkwardly smiled and turned to walk to the door, but hadn't moved yet. i could feel him looking at my back wondering what i was doing. "hey, wait." he said. i turned back around and smiled. "thank you." he said. "for what?" i said back. "not bringing it up." he smiled. "oh, yeah. no, i wanted to get to know the real you. i always have." i said hinting at my past fangirling days. he laughed and i began walking towards the door. i opened it and turned around to wave bye. i walked out to the edge of the street and called over a taxi. that entire time i could feel him watching me and i liked it.