* ON HIATUS* The fighter (Harry styles)

My eyes locked with his. they were a deep, dark shade of emerald green. his skin was a slight golden, his muscles prominent through his dress shirt. his hair was a messy, yet sexy mop of brown, luscious curls. He caught me staring, and his plump, pink lips formed a smirk. his hands locked around my waist as he began to speak. "hello beautiful, whats your name?" he asked. "I-I-I'm Dell" i said.
Little did i know that these words would change my life.