kalopsia [harry styles]

6

FALLON COLLINS

When we get to the club, Harry's waiting outside.

I stare around, noticing there's a big line of people going around the building, all of them waiting to get inside the famous club. If we were lucky, we'd get in in about an hour. New York clubs were always filled to the brim. Well at least the more upper class ones, like this one.

My eyes turn to Harry, who still hasn't spotted us. He leans against the building's brick wall, phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Normally, I didn't like people who smoked, but Harry looked good doing it.

I cringe at the thought. What the hell, Fallon? Since when is smoking good looking?

I scan his outfit. He's wearing a black shirt, the first buttons undone and the bird tattoos on his chest peeking out slightly from both sides of his shirt. There's a chain around his neck, standing out from the dark contrast of the outfit. It was gold, and it had some type of design, but I couldn't see from this far.

The shirt seems to have two birds on either side, both of them pointing to the center while being several pastel colors. His bottoms were dark as well, and he matched the whole look with some black boots. He looked so intimidating standing there alone, blowing the cigarette smoke from his mouth and into the air around him.

I could see why people liked him and his music. The mystery he radiated seemed to draw people like a moth to the light, and from what I heard, he was an asshole to people that he didn't care about, and fans seemed to love it.

I'd decided to google him after all, curiosity gaining the better of me. Before I knew it, I had found myself sitting in front of my computer, searching up his name. It wasn't much I hadn't heard before. I'd found a few articles about him beating up the papp, but apparently it hadn't been the first time, and drama sites certainly didn't think it was the last.

I came up on his Instagram, but I didn't follow him. His last post had been about a year ago, and he didn't seem active, so I didn't find it relevant. I'd been about to click on his wikipedia when I stopped myself, suddenly coming to my senses and letting go of the mouse as if it had caught on fire.

I didn't go near my computer after that.

From beside me, a few feet away, I see a pair of girls, both of them looking at Harry and whispering to each other like he was this big secret. They snickered, laughing to themselves as they continued to eye Harry, clearly knowing who he was.

If Harry noticed, he didn't say or do anything. He probably dealt with this on a daily basis.

I couldn't help but feel slightly satisfied at the fact that I was the one he had invited, even if he forgot about me as soon as the night began.

Nadia grabs my arm suddenly, making me jolt back into reality.

"Let's go" She mumbles excitedly, pulling me up until we reach Harry. When he sees us approach his eyebrows rise, and he instantly throws his cigarette into the ground, pressing the lit end of it with his foot so that the flame dies.

Then he stands up straight, running a hand through his hair and meeting us half way.

"You came" He notes, looking at me, his expression blank. "I was almost thinking you would ditch" His eyes bore into mine for a moment and then he turns to Nadia as she speaks, acknowledging that she's there.

"Yeah, I kinda forced her to come" She responds lightly, throwing her hand out to shake his "I'm Nadia by the way, I'm her best friend"

He stares at her hand for a moment, his jaw tensing as if debating what to do. Then he turns to her, pointing to her outreached hand.