Harry Styles

She was lovely. So, so lovely I couldn't keep her out of my mind that she made spin around like crazy. She was crazy. And I felt like I was becoming crazy for her and because of her. She was shy and nervous at times but insanely funny and bubbly, she spoke her mind and therefore she was blunt. She was talented and pretty, not to mention unique. Hell, even her name caught me off guard when I first heard it.

Carrington Hill.

Never heard such a beautiful name in my life and the fact that it was paired with a girl like her, a stunningly gorgeous girl like her was, once again, crazy. Not to mention the fact that she was talking to me for me and not for my name. That meant a lot because most people wanted to befriend me for my popularity and status though it was easy to tell when someone was trying to come near me for the wrong reasons.

I could kind of sense transparent people and Carrington was definitely not one of them.

After her speech, I said mine which was much shorter than hers but included everything it had to and it made the guests laugh. I felt good about it, I didn't plan it but like I said I got a good reaction so I was happy with myself.

Once the speeches were done, a few people carried on with their meals and drinks meanwhile most of them got up to surround Mia and James as their first dance was about to happen. Those who stayed seated were with little children so it was understandable.

"We're gonna have to give our best," I muttered as I leaned to Carrington's ear as we were watching our best friends dance together.

"You're extremely competitive," she told me and after that she focused her attention on the couple.

To say that I was nervous about the whole dancing part was a pretty nice way to put how I felt. I was bloody shaking on the inside and it wasn't because I didn't know how to dance or because I was shy in front of all those people.

It was because of Carrington.

I just wanted to woo her, make a good impression when it came to her. I wanted her to look at me like someone who she could imagine being with, not minding all the consequences that may come with me considering my job. The reason behind this was simply the fact that I fancied her. Probably more than I should have allowed myself to but then again it has been almost decades since I've had a proper girlfriend.

She seemed like the perfect girl to be in a relationship with.

She was witty and pretty, she was talented and down to earth. She was confident but shy; she was weird in a good way and above all her qualities and traits she made me happy.

Carrington made me happy and that was what attracted me to her the most. She gave this positive and bubbly vibe off and it radiated all around her. I thought I was lucky to be able to be around her and catch some of those rays to soak myself in them. She was just something else.

I swear she was like the fresh air in a stuffed room and I couldn't get enough of her.

"Harry, come on," she said in her cute little accent which was a mix of everything so I couldn't really tell what kind it was. I looked at her quickly as her voice shook me out of my wild thoughts which funnily enough were about her.

"Sorry," I said as a light chuckle escaped from my lips and she smiled at me. That smile not only made my head but my whole world spin, pardon me being cheesy as hell. But it really did. "Wait, what song are we dancing to? Is it slow or-," my words were cut off when the song started.

It was some kind of pop song but like a remix version and thank fuck for that. That meant no slow dancing which I was made up about since I knew for a fact that I would've stepped on Carrington's toes.

We all were in a big circle just holding each other's hands for the first part then people started to go off with their partners so I was left with Carrington. She was grinning at me, her cheeks were a light shade of pink, her lipstick wore off a little bit and her forehead was a bit shiny from all the moving around and the hotness.

"Could you do your fancy dancing to this song?" I asked her while twirling her around with my right hand. When she faced me again, her arms rested on my shoulders and mine were loosely wrapped around her waist.

"Excuse you, what do you mean my fancy dancing?" she raised her eyebrows at me with a small smile on her lips and tilted her head to the side a bit.

"Well, what do you call it, then?" I questioned her to keep the conversation going. That's all I ever seemed to do ever since she and I met.

"Well, some people call it ballroom dancing; others refer to it as Latin American dancing if they are talking about a certain type. Whichever you feel like naming it really."

"So what exactly do you do? Like, do you have different names for dances or are there types? Dance move names?" my voice showed pure interest which got her eyes shining and my heart began beating twice as fast as it should have.

"You are actually interested," she muttered, probably not wanting me to hear it so I pretended like it never left her mouth. "Well, you see there are two main types those being standard dances and Latin dances."

"Do you do both?" my question totally interrupted her and she chuckled lightly before she nodded.

"Yes although I prefer the Latin dances."

"How come?"

"The Latin ones consist of cha-cha-cha, samba, rumba, paso doble and jive. Apart from rumba, those are all quite fast and, well, they have a boppier beat to them, if you get me?" she asked and I nodded in response. It just amazed me how passionate she was about her hobby and I wanted to know as much as I could. "Then the standard is stuff like waltz, quickstep, foxtrot, tango and, erm, Viennese waltz. They are slower and require a certain position for the dancers to dance in and stuff. I just personally prefer the Latin ones."

"So you know all of them?"

"Yeah I do all of them when I have a competition. Well, not all, it really just depends on what category we're in."

"Right, do you get to pick the category or-," my words been cut off again when the music ended and people started clapping.

Carrington pulled away after that although when the next song started playing her eyes looked right into mine and her smile found its rightful home on her face.

"What is it?" I asked her as I laughed quietly.

She wiggled her eyebrows as she stepped out of her heels, pulled her dress up a bit so it wasn't touching the floor and said:

"I can dance to this song," she grinned while the upbeat song mixed with the chatter between the guests. "Oh my god, can I teach you the basic move? And then we could try together?"

"Alright, why not?" I murmured. "This is getting pretty fast, huh?"

"It is fast," she laughed. "This is a song for jive, like, it has the beat and speed and everything. Love it."

And then she started to teach me the steps. I had to put my right leg back first but I had to bend it a bit and lift my left leg up the slightest bit. After that I had to step on my left leg and put my right to the side, stepping that way with two jumpy kinda moves but then I had to make sure I stayed on the right count. From the right we moved back to the left with the same two little jumpy steps and then a step back with my right leg and the whole dance move from the start.

It was pretty easy when Carrington was showing it to me. I genuinely thought I had it boxed off, I had a smug smile on my face but when she asked me to try it I totally messed it up.

"This is bloody difficult," I said even though I wasn't one to moan about stuff that I couldn't do. "You make it seem like the easiest thing on this planet."

"Harry that was literally the basic move, the more intricate ones go from here," she smiled at me, pushed her hair behind her shoulders and pulled her dress up again. "Let's try it again."

Once a loud sigh left my lips, she stood back next to me and with little pats on my legs she indicated where I should be going and what I should be doing. It took me a while to get the hang of it so I could do the moves to the stripped back counting. Because, yeah, she had to slow down for me to be able to know what the hell she was doing.

"Can you, like, show me how you do it fast? Like, the real tempo as if you'd be doing it in a lesson or at a competition," I asked her and she just nodded.

"Oh, wait, without music?" she pursed her lips while she was thinking of something, her eyes moving from one spot to another. I was just standing before her with my hands on either sides of my waist, here and there pushing my fingers through my hair. "You know what, doesn't matter."

"Are you not going to show it to me?" I asked suddenly and I felt slightly disappointed because I wanted to see her dance properly.

"Will you try and do it with me?"

"I mean."

"You mean?"

"Carrington, I can't do that," she pouted with her lips while I shrugged my shoulders to go along with my answer. A light chuckle slipped out of my mouth then at the end my whipped ass gave in. "Okay, let's do it."

That made her grin and man; it was one hundred percent worth it. She was so happy while she totally embarrassed me with how good she was and how shitty I was just jumping around next to her. People were laughing at us, well, probably mostly at my failed attempt to dance but it was fine.

I was fine with it.

Not only because it made her smile and happy but also because she hugged me tightly once she couldn't stop laughing and so she had to stop dancing. Her arms were around my neck while mine hugged her middle and I just looked down at her lovely smile.

God, I couldn't stop complimenting her in my mind and I knew that only seconds were tearing me apart from actually saying them out loud. I already had a few glasses of champagne in me so I was a tiny bit tipsy and my night started as soon as that first round was gone.

As the sun went down the atmosphere kind of changed and it got livelier than it was at the start. Everyone was off their heads although I was just as bad as anyone else.

"God I'm so pissed," Carrington laughed next to me as we were sitting on the bench. Quick funny story, I almost fell off of it as I was about to sit down and I found it absolutely hilarious that tears were escaping from my eyes. "I don't usually drink but this is my best friend's wedding so imma go all out," she said loudly then brought a bottle to her lips and tilted her head back to allow the alcohol to fill her mouth.

"I know, same here," I said then a small hiccup made its way out of me. Carrington started laughing at that, her head leaning on my shoulder a bit. "I'm jealous, I want a wife."

"Same," she said right away, keeping her head on my shoulder and I heard her sigh leave her mouth. "I mean I want a husband. It's not fair that no one wants me."

"What do you mean no one wants you?" my voice got deep as the question slipped out of my mouth and a few seconds later I took a sip of my cup which had a mix of bloody hell knows what kind of alcohols.

"Like, no one wants me," she laughed like she didn't care and I just blamed the alcohol for her giddiness. "I have stretch marks and I'm bossy, a mess when I drink. I spend most of me time in the dance studio and I eat a lot of unhealthy shit. M'just not considered as goals, you feel me?"

"Goals? What kinda goals?" my eyebrows furrowed once the word left my mouth because although I have heard it before I never really knew what it was all about.

"People have this perfectly imagined girl or boy, whatever or whoever you fancy, in their heads, and, like, if someone doesn't fit that certain description, you are usually just forgotten about and basically not good enough."

"Have no clue what you just rambled on about," my mind was clouded by the alcohol and it ran through my veins. Was there even any actual blood left in my veins or was it all that nasty liquid keeping me alive?

Sometimes I didn't know and I swear I wasn't one to drink all the time. I thought of myself as a sensible individual and I was proud of myself for not getting shitfaced every weekend like lads do my age. Though when I did go out, I never held back.

"No one wants me," she repeated herself then attached her lips to the opening of the bottle and drank out of it again.

After a long thought process I put my arm around her shoulders and brought her to my chest, leaning my cheek on the top of her head.

"I want you," I muttered and I felt her tense up under my touch. Oh. That must have sounded a bit too sexual. "I mean I don't necessarily mean it in an intimate way, just general, you know?"

"No, I don't," she replied. This time I was the one to let a sigh out, my fingers were slowly running up and down her exposed arm and soon enough her skin was covered in goose bumps.

"Aw, why is everyone leaving?" my voice dropped as I looked at the people getting their stuff and leaving as they were laughing.

Not many guests stayed but there was still a few people hanging around and dancing. Aiden's dad walked towards us soon enough, his tie was loosely hanging around his neck, his shirt unbuttoned and his hair messy. He was absolutely bladdered at least from what I could tell since my eye sight was pretty blurry as well.

"Guys, go to bed," he said with a low voice, dragging and slurring his words. Yup, Mr Parson drank a little too much as well. "Don't worry about cleaning up, get tucked up in bed and all that fun stuff."

"Will do, sir," I said with another hiccup coming from me. "Goodnight," I said to him while I tried to stand up.

When I turned back to Carrington, I saw her down whatever was left in the bottle she had and chucked it on the grass. Thankfully it didn't shatter into pieces though her light chuckle was adorable.

I put my hand out for her to take and she did so a few seconds later. Our hands fitted perfectly, especially when her fingers slipped between mine. As we were walking, we kept our hands together, Carrington leaned into me for support and I leaned into her for support to be able to stand still.

We were a drunken mess. And frankly, I had no regrets.

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