Three

“Do you want to go home?” Charlie asks, a frown on her pale face. I don’t mention the fact we’ve been here for half an hour, and I look concernedly to the blonde one.

Brianne frowns too, I can say her mood has completely changed.

“It’s okay, Bree.” I manage to say, but she cuts me with a shrug.

“No way. That stupid dick had already ruined my first twenty years on earth, he’s not gonna do the same from now ahead.” She smiles, and we both slap her on the back. That’s the Brianne I know, and I love.

Before we can say anything else, Charlie grabs our hands and drags us on the dance floor, squeaking something like “Oh- my-God I love that song!”

I giggle at her high-pitched voice, and I follow her. I’ve always seen me as a terrible dancer, but when I’m with my friends I don’t mind it at all. Plus, it’s kinda dark here, so I don’t have many chances to show people how goofy I am.

Charlie slows down her moves, lowering herself and shaking her hips along with the music, a cheeky smile painted on her lips. Everything she does seems really sensual and attractive, and I wonder how she can be so sexy and beautiful without her trying. I’m not sexy at all.

Me and Bree keep mimicking her moves, cause she seems the only one who knows what she’s doing. We dance until our feet hurt terribly and we have to take off our beautiful but extremely uncomfortable high-heels. We all burst in laughter as we seat on a white bench, and we sigh in relief.

I haven’t drank at all, to be honest, cause Brianne doesn’t want to ask Ben anything, but I’m not annoyed, actually. We’re having so much fun just dancing together and flirting with random guys we’ll never see again: I don’t crave alcohol anymore.

“Told you” Charlie chuckles, and she claps her hands with a bossy smirk on her face.

I won’t complain. She was right, as always, and we both know.

“Yeah. Except for Ben” Brianne mumbles.

“You should have prevented it”

“I’m not a natural medium, Fran”

“Surely you’re not. You don’t talk to dead people” I mock her, and she shows me her tongue.

And then, we just laugh.

Is surprising how I feel completely at home between these beautiful young women. I came to know both of them much more than myself: Bree’s stunning blue eyes and sense of humour, Charlie’s fair-coloured hair and cheeky attitude…I wonder if I’ve assumed some of their qualities, cause I’ve got a terrible lack of them.

“Is that Charlotte Leighton, or I’m already high?” someone shouts from behind.

She giggles, as the guy walks towards us.

“Hi Theo”

“Hi Charlie!” he greets her, embracing her too tight.

“I...c-can’t…breathe!” she huffs, after few seconds, and he releases her body. 

He’s really pale, and he’s got those crystal-blue eyes and dark-blonde hair, arranged in the strangest haircut I’ve ever seen: it’s a weird kind of beauty. Theo Morris is polite and lovely, but not introvert as you could imagine. Charlie has met him at school when they were younger: they used to be really close. They baked cupcakes and picked up flowers from her garden together, and stuff like that. They also shared the passion to collect butterflies and puppets.

It’s not kinda a surprise that Theo is gay: everybody has simply known it for ages. Charlotte too.

“I’ve missed you, twat” he says, smiling widely to her.

“I’ve missed you too, prick”

They’ve talked mostly in each other ears, cause the music is loud, but finally Theo seems to notice me and Brianne, cause he smile politely towards us, and I give him a small smile of mines.

“Hi girls, you look drop dead gorgeous tonight.” He winks.

“Only tonight?” I raise my eyebrows, as my lips form a ‘o’.

“Why you gotta be so rude?” Brianne gasps, full of fake indignation.

We burst in laughter. He’s a good guy. I enjoy his company.

“Who you came with, Tee?” Charlie asks.

“I’m here with the band.” He points somewhere behind his shoulders. “Ben, that’s bartending, Jake and Harry”

Theo plays the bass in ‘The Reckless Promises’, that’s the name Ben gave to the band almost a year ago. It’s not really a gay thing, is it? I don’t know. It doesn’t suit him, but he’s good at it. Mostly. Sort of.

“Harry?” Brianne asks, with emphasis. “What about Dave?”

I love her being sassy. It’s the funniest thing ever, I swear.

Theo shrugs, biting his lower lip. “Some fight with Ben. You must know”

“Oh. Really?” she takes a hand to her mouth, faking surprise. “Does he care about his best-friend-dick-head cheating on his little-pain-in-the-ass-sister?”

It’s happened a month ago.

Dave and Bree had dated for about five or six months, and they seemed really happy together. He was the mysterious type: dark hair, brown eyes, deep husky voice. He looked as he was out of everyone’s league and he always acted really strange, but she loved it. She loved to not know everything about him.

She loved a little less to find out he’d always cheated on her with random girls at the club.

“Oh, he surely doesn’t care he’s a shitty boyfriend.” Theo states, an embarrassed smile still on his face. “He cares a little more he’s a shitty guitarist.”

Brianne shrugs and she mutters something like “Whatever”

The atmosphere has become more tensed, and Theo catches it right away, cause he turns around, giving us the back, and overtakes the music shouting: “Foster! Jacky take your straight ass here!”

I have a small chat with Charlie about some girl we’ve seen at Uni wearing a white see-through bottom-down with long sleeves, a black bra and not much more.

I don’t like judging people, cause I don’t like being judged in my turn, but I hate girls that objectify themselves in that way too. If you don’t even bother to wear some pants, what could be your intentions? Would you find a man that loves your brain? Would you dare to say that a women doesn’t have to hide her body?  I don’t think that feminism could be used as an excuse to be sluts. 

“Hi.” I’m taken from my thoughts by a brown-haired guy. I shoot up my head, and I meet his dark eyes. I’ve already seen him, I’m sure, he must be ‘Jacky’.

“Hi” we say as one.

“I don’t know if I’ve already introduce myself. If so, please tell me, cause it will be fucking awkward.” He smiles, and I immediately recognize his voice. He’s the singer.

 I can tell he should be really close to Ben: they are the same.

“Anyway” He adds and he gives me his hand “I’m Jake”

“Frances” I shake it, and Bree and Charlie mimic me.

“And this quiet dude over here” He shifts to the left, and I notice for the first time the other guy that has stood after him all this time. “Is Harry, our new entry”

He waves us with one hand, and he holds an half empty glass with the other.

I take my time to admire him from head to toes.

He’s taller than Jake, and he’s wearing a tartan blue unbuttoned shirt with rolled sleeves, a striped t-shirt under it and dark skinny jeans. From the large neckline I can see multiply tattoos, but the light is too weak, and I can’t tell what they represent. My attention moves to his hair: he’s got dark perfect curls, pushed up by a blue bandana decorated with a pattern I can’t decipher.

Everything in his appearance seems much more than simply perfect, and the most incredible thing it’s that it doesn’t seem studied or wanted. He seems perfect in a such spontaneous and unbelievable way that it leave me speechless.

But, even in the dark room, what surprises me the most are his eyes.

I’ve seen a lot of beautiful eyes in my life. Bree, Ben and Theo have those bright crystal-blue irises, and Charlie has these iridescent grey eyes. Also in my family most of us have light brown-greenish eyes. But no one of them can compete with Harry’s.

I can’t stop myself from staring right into these stunning deep jade orbs. Two shining precious stones, two round prisms that seems to gather all the shapes of colours in the world.

It’s like I can see everything he’s seen in his whole life spark inside of his eyes. A strange feeling starts to grow at the pit of my stomach: I know it’s not even possible, but I feel like I’ve already met those eyes before. And it’s terrifying.

“Fran, are you listening me at least?” Charlie says, clearly annoyed.

I blink a couple times, muttering something, as I try to recompose myself. I’m not willing to bet on it, but I feel like, for just one second, his gaze has met mine, and we have looked into each other’s eyes.  

“Uhm, sure.” I manage to say.

“She just asked you what you wanted to drink” Jake grins, and I’m glad no one can see my cheeks turning red. Harry seems to notice that, cause he smiles slightly. He doesn’t say anything.

“It’s up on you, love.”

“We’ll be right back”

While Charlie and Jake are at the bar, I try to keep a conversation with Theo and Brianne, who are chatting about some new movie with Robert Pattinson, who I find out is the celebrity crush of both of them. I get involved sometimes, I laugh along them and I even say some of my worst puns, but my eyes often dart to Harry. He doesn’t seem interested to our conversation, he never says a word. He just takes sips from his drink, eyes locked to the tip of his ridiculously long feet.

This is seriously driving me crazy.

Even Dangerous Dave was more talkative. And he wasn’t the funniest person of the world.

Theo sits next to Brianne, and she gives me her back, so I’m left with Harry, without any distraction or protection.

My heart starts to race as I realize that he’s looking at me for the first time.

God, Fran, say something.

Anything.

“Harry what?” I dare to ask.

I hope he isn’t that rude type of guy who look people down on and thinks he’s better than anyone else.

“Mmh, Styles” He replies, biting his upper lip. I can’t read his expression nor his tone. It’s a bit cold but not really snob.

“I’m Fran”

Congrats, idiot. You already said that. I’d slap my own face.

“Yeah, I heard that.”

His accent is really thick. He surely isn’t a Londoner. Where is he from? Should I ask it? 

On his lips there’s the hint of a smile that starts a spark in my hopes. I don’t know why, but I feel the urge to know him.

I nervously chuckle, my mind runs fast to find something else to say, but my intentions are cut by Charlie and Jake’s return.

I’d slap my face again. I’ve lost my opportunity to talk with this weird and absolutely-good-looking guy. I’m beyond stupid.

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A/N

Woho! Normal lenght chapter, for the first time, *yayy*

I drown in the feels of my own story, I'm completely fucked up lol

Anyway, finally Harry and Fran meet each other, but he's not like you expected, is he? I'm the evil, you should have known by now eheheh

I promise you will have some chapters by his own point of view reaaally soon. 

I'm incredibly late, so I gotta go.

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Sorry if I'm too bossy btw ilysm

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