Hexed (h.s.)

Chapter One

Athyna

I've always had shit luck. Especially when it came to relationships, I found both commitment and boys mundane. 

They always seemed like a distraction from the only thing my luck had yet to fuck up. The thing I thrived at my work. 

That is except for one boy, or man I should say. He was like a drug that was unattainable to me. One that I would give mind body and soul to have in my system finally. To be able to hold or touch. 

The earliest I can remember seeing him was at the age of 11. No, my friends didn't show him to me or tell me about the band he was in. My" little sister" whos obsessed with their music didn't barge through my door, gushing about how perfect they all were. 

I was on youtube watching something on my mom's computer. I was always sneaking off to play games and watch videos to which she later would scold me for. I can't recall now, it all seemed so pointless every minute I spent not knowing who he was.

 Without seeing his face, even if it was just for 6-second vines or on tabloids stating how he was dating everyone and their mother. Void of hearing his deep voice put me to sleep through the phone with a song. 

When I clicked on a recommended video that would change my life forever, it wasn't their most popular at the time, don't get me wrong it had plenty of views, but it was significantly less than the others I started binge-watching as soon as the first had finished. 

I can still remember it began with a beautiful note and the camera was facing adoring fans.

  "I'm broken, do you hear me?

I'm blinded, 'cause you are everything I see,

I'm dancin' alone, I'm praying

That your heart will just turn around."

The scene then quickly changed to five boys spread out with a couch in between all of them in the middle of the stage. Each boy sang a verse and came together for the chorus. First started with an attractive boy with tousled brown hair and coffee-colored eyes. 

I was amazed by his voice. The camera changed to another person. It felt as though I had been punched in the stomach as I saw him walk across the stage with ease.

 Brown hair spiraling into perfect ringlets swept across his head.  Verdant eyes not yet making contact with the screen. The air is taken from my lungs when he started to sing, 

"When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight,

It just won't feel right,

'Cause I can't love you more than this, yeah"

An angelic voice entering my ears wrapping around my brain and consuming my every thought, leaving me to take deep breathes to try and calm myself down. I quickly closed the computer staring at my wall, trying to gather my thoughts.

After some time I timidly pried opened the computer pressing play once again. I finished that video and found out all of them were incredible singers. Their voices all soothing, I kept bringing myself back to whoever the boy with the green eyes was. 

Which sent me down a rabbit hole of watching countless videos, interviews, and something called video diaries.  I laughed at every joke they made and danced to every song. I was ecstatic and in my own world until I clicked on a video that made my attitude change in a second. 

He was crying because of hate he was getting from a performance. I watched the clip over and over again, I couldn't look away. Seeing him so vulnerable and sad made my heart wrench. 

I think about that sometimes even still, I know it has been years but seeing him so devastated broke me. I wanted to hug and put my fingers through his hair, assuring him he was a beautiful human being and he deserved better.

 I didn't understand what I was feeling then, hell I still don't. 

The only thing I do know is I am 100% completely and utterly in love with

Harry Edward Styles

('･ω･')ﾉ*******************************

(A/N) Ok so I know she probably sounds really intense right now, but I promise it makes sense eventually.