Ever Since New York

I sway my hips to the new song that started playing. Moving hand all over my body and then to my already messy hair as I look up the celling. This is the best feeling in the world.

My eyes move around until stopping on the only person standing on the balcony.

Slight curly hair, black shirt, two strong tattooed arms holding the fence. His eyes were fixed on me and just for a split second I could see confusion, before a smirk made way up his face. Music filling my ears as I didn't break an eye contact with the mysterious stranger upstairs. The more I looked at him, the more of his features came clearer to me.

His hair looked soft, the kind you want to touch, feel between your fingers. It was quite impossible to not imagine it. His eyes were deep you can get lost in them even with all these lights around us. He was muscular, not too much though. Just the perfect type.

His long arms covered in tattoos. I couldn't see what they were but they looked good on him. Around his fingers were all kind of rings while he gripped the metal pole in front of him.

After what felt like eternity, the tall brunette slowly moved away and left, breaking the eye contact we held. I kept gaze on the same, now empty, spot until it suddenly hit me. That hair, those eyes, those rings, those lips.

Harry Styles. It was fucking Harry Styles.