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chapter one

It was the night after my high school graduation and I was at a party. I had only been to a couple parties in my 4 years of high school; they weren't really my thing but tonight i was excited. I felt free, like I had broken out of prison. 

The party was at some girl named Sally's house. I didn't know her but I didn't really know anybody. She was known for throwing the wildest parties. My friend's Hannah and Derek were dancing and I was sitting on a couch. I got up to get something to drink. That was when I bumped into a boy I had never seen before, spilling my drink and falling on top of him. I quickly go up but before I could apologize, he did.

"I ruined your dress, I so sorry," he said as he grabbed some napkins. 

He walked me to the bathroom and waited outside while I got myself cleaned up. 

The music was really loud so I could barely hear him when he asked if I wanted to go outside. He took my hand and for some reason I didn't pull away and followed him out.

"So whats your name, beautiful?" he asked me when we reached the sidewalk. He had a bit of an accent but I couldn't recognize what kind.

I felt myself blush and when I spoke I didn't look up at him. "Anne, but everyone calls me Annie."

"I'm Harry," he said. "Harry Styles

He told me he was Sally's brother's friend or maybe he was her cousin. He had moved from London to Chicago when he was 8 and he was now 20. He loved coffee and hated tea while I couldn't drink coffee without feeling sick but tea was my favourite thing to drink. We walked through town laughing like we were best friends. 

The way he told his stories was beautiful. He had this light in his eyes and you could see him trying to remember every detail of his childhood antics. He played pranks on his friends and teachers and mostly his older sister. He had a sister named Gemma. When he talked about her the light in his eyes went away. She lived in England. He hadn't heard from her when she left 5 years prior. I learned his life story that night and he mine.

There wasn't much to tell about me. I was born in Chicago and I lived here for all 18 years I had been alive.  I loved to paint but writing was my passion. I was an only child. My father, who was a firefighter, died in a huge fire when I was 10. I looked like him; I had the same green eyes and orange hair. Compared to Harry, I had a boring life. I never did anything new but he said he would change that.

He walked me to my house at around 1:30 when he apologized again. "Tomorrow night I'll make it up to you. We can go to dinner some place nice. I'll try not to ruin your dress," he smiled.    

Sorry for a small chapter, I'll try to make the next one longer for all like 2 people who are reading this lol pls vote and comment so I can know if you even like this :-)