GREEN (RL Harry Styles fanfic)

3. Emerald Awakening

Silence slowly made way to muffled voices. As my ears tuned to the sounds, an unfamiliar low tone swirled through my head. It was both a smooth and slow voice and it was as if I could feel the vibration of each word gently coaxing me awake.

"Are you alright Miss?," I heard the voice repeat again. As I regained consciousness I detected a British accent and that the voice was most definitely male. I felt like I could lie here listening to the words reverberate for hours on end, but I was determined to open my eyes and find out who was speaking them to me.

As my eyes fluttered their way open I struggled to regain focus. It all seemed liked a spinning blur of grey. Suddenly my eyes managed to stop, they were locked with another set staring back at me. I gasped at the intensity of their color. They were the most captivating shade of emerald green I had ever seen. The color bled into a dark, almost black ring making the green's vibrancy even more apparent. I studied each color fleck and the way they reflected the light. I felt I could stare at them the rest of my life and never tire of it.

"Oh, you're awake!," the now familiar voice exclaimed. I shook my head and broke my gaze to find a handsome man knelt over me.

Handsome honestly couldn't describe him fully. His jaw was strong and well defined with a dusting of stubble trailing to his chin. Tousled curls curtained his face underneath a wide brim hat. His long hair was the most delicious color of chocolate brown, yet it smelled of mint and citrus. It was intoxicating and fresh. His figure was lean, and although he was on the ground beside me, he appeared tall. Tattoos of two swallows peered through the opening at the center of his shirt. I could make out another larger tattoo lower on his midsection, but of what I couldn't be sure. He was a specimen. Art you could say. I didn't want to look away. As he raised his left hand to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear I saw he was speckled with more tattoos in black and grey. Instinctively I reached out to touch his inked skin brushing my fingers over a mermaid and grasping the anchor on his wrist.

He met my hand with his right hand, his fingers adorned with rings. His grip was firm, but gentle and he raised me off the floor to a seated position. I still had yet to speak, not knowing who he was or what had just transpired.

"Drink some water love," he instructed while putting a water bottle to my lips. "How do you feel? You were out for quite a while," he added while I sipped.

He pulled the water bottle away to allow me to answer. "Am I dead?," I asked honestly unaware if this was heaven. I wasn't a religious person, but he was exactly what my version of an angel would look like.

He chuckled at my question, his smile widening and his lips curling up at the sides. "No, you're very much alive, though it was questionable for a bit there. You passed out love."

My heart jumped at his second use of that term. I honestly couldn't remember what happened. The last thing I could recall was singing Girls Just Want to Have Fun on stage with everyone. I looked to my left and right trying to spot one of them, and realized the room was virtually empty. It looked different without all the hipsters and socialites filling the tables.

"Where is everyone?," I asked to the comforting stranger. "And who are you?"

"Let's see, the tall one and the short were kicked out for starting a fight, and the blonde one drove the toothless one to the hospital. Apparently you've got two other friends coming to pick you up. From what I gathered their names are Stacy and Mark. Everyone else cleared out after everything happened," the man explained as I stared at him utterly confused with my brows pulled in.

"Oh, and I'm Harry," he added with a wide eyed smile letting me get another glimpse at his glowing eyes. He placed a hand at the small of my back and helped me up to have a seat on the edge of the stage, taking a place beside me. "And you are?"