I saw a guy last night. God, his eyes were mysterious and I craved to know him. His thick dark brown curls flooded into my memories from last night. It was unforgettable. Incomparable. The atmosphere had changed as he had strolled into the crowded club. And now, there was no way that I could stop my mind for thinking about the 'What ifs' and I knew that I couldn't focus without seeing him again. But how? How would I ever get to see him again; minus the fame, minus the paparazzi, minus the screaming girls. All I had was a name. Harry Styles.