I started to wave and push my arms up. The clothes I was wearing was holding me down.

I could swim. I just didn't catch a breath and my clothes were weighing me down. I was on the verge of death.

All of a sudden, a splash cmae down into the water. I wasn't at the bottom of the pool, but halfway to the top.

The figure swam toward me. I just kept trying to get air. I needed air.

Then, I felt arms around my waist. They were tugging me up. My eyes were closed, so I couldn't see who it was.

Then, I could breathe. My head popped out of the water, and I took deep breaths. Finally, I was emptied and could breathe. I still had my eyes closed though.

I could hear a person breathing heavily beside me. Arms still wrapped around my waist and holding me up. I didn't look. I was afraid to look because I was hoping it wasn't who I thought it was.

As I slowly opened my eyes, I looked at the figure. Hair wet and pushed back. Clothes soaked. And light green eyes staring back at me. Harry. It was Harry.

No. No. No. I didn't want it to be him. Anybody, but him.

"Are you okay?" He said exhausted.

Finally, I realized my surroundings. It wasn't Niall who pushed me into the pool, it was the girl earlier. The girl who was hanging all over Harry. She had a frown on her face looking at me, while Niall drunkenly stumbled across a chair.

Then, I looked around. Not many people acknowledged what happened. Not the big splash. Nobody did, except us.

"I should go." I said quickly and pulled my body out of the pool.

I ran away as fast as I could back on the lawn. I had hoped Kelly was there, but she wasn't. God, this can't be happening.

Then, behind me, came a running Harry.

"What the hell? Are you okay?!" He screamed a couple steps away from me.

I just looked at him. I had to find Kelly and leave. This wasn't the night I had expected.

I left Harry behind again and walked into the house quickly. Finally, I found her in the kitchen, drunk.

Alcohol came through my senses. It was so strong. I had to get out of here.

Hopfully, Harry wouldn't find me. I lost his screams while in the living room.

"Kelly? I need your keys."

"Why?" She slurred.

"I want to go home. You're drunk and we need to go."

"Okay. Let's go."

Finally, that was the answer to my prayers.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and helped her walk to the car. As we were a couple steps away from the car, I heard a voice.

"Anne."

I turned around. It was Harry.

"Harry, please leave me alone. I'm so tired and I need to get Kelly home." I whined.

He stared at me. Just stared.

"I need to get home. Goodnight Harry."

I out Kelly in the passenger seat and jumped into the drivers. As I started the car, Harry was still standing there, staring at me.

I ignore it and drove home. I took Kelly to my apartment instead of her's incase she needed anything through the night. I put her in my guest room and went straight to my room.

I stripped out of my wet clothes and out on a T-shirt and underwear. That was it.

Then, I put my head on my pillow. I soon fell fast asleep, but before I fully fell out, one questio crossed my mind:

Who are you Harry Styles?