MY NAME, IS SIR [HARRY STYLES]

~~02~~

The pit in my stomach fell right through the floor and my mouth ran instantly dry. "You're Harry?" I question in a stumble.

"Four minutes and 59 seconds, Charlotte" his irritated tone endures as he places himself in front of a plain wall, teal painted with a wooden trimming running through the middle. Hands firmly in his pocket as he poses off to a slight angle.

On impulse, I reach into my bag and whip out my camera, not even bothering to adjust the lens. At this point I needed any shot I could get, and my instincts told me he wasn't going to allow me much added time to get the "perfect" shot.

Holding the Canon EOS 5D up to one eye, I squint into the other and direct the focus toward him, half of his body being in the frame. I quickly snap a few shots, his eyes hardly reacting to each flash.

I take a couple paces back and redirect my frame, capturing his whole body in my focus, taking a moment to take in his complete structure before snapping another shot. You're quite tall Harry, I noticed this when we first met, but seeing how your complete figure takes up the majority of my frame, you're intense and harsh. Your body structure is firm and I'm getting the sense it's not just because of what setting you're in.

As his eyes quickly dart off to the side and he curls his plump pink inside of his mouth, I can tell that time is up and I lower the camera down slowly from vision. "Thank you, Mr Styles, I really appreciate your..."

My appreciation is cut off as he pinches his index and thumb over the bridge of his nose before storming off out of the room, loosening his tie on the way out.

I stand there for only a minute, still completely stunned before lowering the camera back into my bag and fetching my phone back out of my pocket. 3 missed calls and a few text messages from Tabitha.

Just as I swipe open my phone to unlock, she begins calling again.

Hello?

-Hey, I've been calling you for ages, are you alright?

Yeah, sorry, craziest thing, I was talking to someone who I just presumed worked here, turns out it was Harry and he just let me get a few shots of him.

I begin to walk out of the room, now feeling slightly weird for continuing to stand here.

-No way, you're kidding. So, you actually got a photo of him?

Yeah, I did. I'm on way back now. I'll see you later on. Don't wait up.

Sliding the phone back into pocket, the rain had eased off slightly and I was able to make it to my car without getting too wet and began to make the drive back toward Austin.

By the time I finally got back to my apartment it was late and I was exhausted. I was still trying to wrap my head around the waves of emotions, and also trying to work out why he allowed me to photograph him.

Tabitha was already in bed by the time I got there, understandably. It was close to midnight by the time I reached the apartment block.

As I snuggled into bed, I continued to toss and turn for a while despite my body being completely exhausted. The image of Harry Styles completely taking over my mind for an unknown reason.

He isn't at all what I pictured him to look like, but I don't exactly know what I was expecting. When I pictured the son of Bart Styles, I pictured him to look a little more, like him, I guess. But Harry, Harry looked different. Where Bart was quite short, stumpy looking with minimal hair and a harden, intense look on his face, Harry only seemed to share the latter with him. Harry was tall, in shape and with a full set of luscious brown curls perched on top of his head. His eyes were absolutely toxic, and I could still envision them glaring down at me, that disappointing look having some sort of effect on me.