MY NAME, IS SIR [HARRY STYLES]

~~04~~

I didn't see Harry Styles again after that night.

Today I have to present my photographs to my college at my graduation ceremony and to be completely honest, I was really nervous about it. I found the other angle for my approach and it was nothing fancy.

I was simply just presenting Harry Styles' appearance the world. I felt like taking any other angle was going to be disrespectful toward him and after the meeting we had, I didn't even know what I could have said.

When we departed that night, he left me with mysterious statements, ones that birthed a lot of questions and hardly any answers, but I felt like I owed it to him to not write anything that would spark any sort of rumour. 

Like usual, the morning went nothing like how I wanted it to, and I was left rushing again.

I had dedicated all of my time into my appearance as, being graduation, it would mean being on show in front of a whole lot of people who have no idea who I am personally, so I didn't want to be caught in a rushed morning outfit, this needed some time, and planning.

I had spent the last of my savings on a black dress from Zara and completed the outfit with an emerald of Jimmy Choo pumps that my aunty had passed down to me after her last divorce.

I had let my hair fall in a soft natural curl and went with a natural look in my makeup, going a little heavier on the eyeliner to make my eyes pop, and hopefully hid the deepened dark circles that show evident of my poor time management.

But that's about as far as I got with the morning organisation before my watch signalled time's up.

Quickly grabbing the popped piece of burnt toast from the toaster, I hold it between my teeth as I throw all my belongs into my bags, I had emailed my edits through to the organiser last night.

The rain had well and truly set in by the time I got to campus, which is just great. Those natural, bouncy waves that sit on top of my head in the dry car are definitely about to be straight, saturated and stuck to my face within seconds of stepping outside.

All of my belongings as well as my graduation robe was inside of my oversized, brown purse, I grab it from the back seat and tie my hair into a low messy bun at the back of my hair, with the plan being to take it out inside and it should be half decent. 

Clenching my bag tightly against my chest as well as my pumps in one hand, I sprint bare footed toward the building, lucky enough to get a park within close proximity to the front doors.

Once under the safety of the shelter near the door, I slip back into my shoes and pull the elastic from my hair, letting the drenched hair fly around more freely. I was successful in preventing the straight look as I brush my fingers over my skin, ridding it of as many raindrops as I could.

Walking down the corridor toward the campus hall, the increased sounds gave evidence that the place was indeed filling up with people for the ceremony.

Today was all of the creative arts section of the campus to present their major pieces, there would be dancers, singers, artists, photographers and authors on display, I was actually pretty excited to see the presentation.

There were 6 other students in my photography class who had presentations today and from my understanding, I was the only one who selected humans as my subject matter. Made me nervous, I mean, I guess that means I will stand out, but also, the fact no one else had chosen real life to capture worries me that I had done something wrong. I had not stepped out of the norm and expanded my creative mind, but this was just like me, to question myself and my choices.

Harry was just part of the project, a major part of it, but I had opted for subjects being the face of the future and what that may look like. I had captured the youth in my local community as they began to learn from those of superiority. How the older generations were passing down the torch to the up and coming.