Y/N had been completely infatuated with Harry Holland for quite some time. Years, to be honest. He had always been the boy she 'liked' or had a crush on. Most girls pined over his older brother Tom but Y/N was unlike those girls. Granted she did find the older boy attractive, however her gaze belonged to the curly haired boy that always stood across from Y/N at parties.
She'd watch from afar. Observing his mannerisms. The way he laughed. The way he smiled. How'd he danced with his friends and drank. It had taken everything in the girl to gain the courage just to walk up to him. It was her chance. He was alone. Her favorite song to dance to came on.
"Harry," she said, tapping his shoulder. He smiled at her. The kind that gave her confidence. "Y/N, right?" They had never spoken before. Not really. Only briefly at school. She nodded her head. "I didn't know you went to these things."
The comment struck Y/N. He hadn't even noticed her all the times she showed up to these high school parties.
"Yeah, I, um, I don't know. I guess I wanted to get the full high school experience," she explained. Harry nodded his head absentmindedly.
"Would," Y/N had begun, paused for a second, "would you like to dance?"
And for a good few seconds she had hope.
"No, I'm good. I'm just waiting for my friends."
"Oh, okay."
Y/N turned around and walked away. Thoughts ran through her head as she wrapped her mind around what just happened. To make things even worse one of the more popular girls had went up to Harry and he immediately joined her on the dance floor.
At that moment Y/N knew, or so she thought, that she wasn't good enough for Harry Holland.
With that in mind, the following few years were that of personal remodeling. Y/N used her lack of self confidence as a strength pushing her to change herself to what she perceived to be better. None of the changes having to do with personality. They were all purely superficial.
Working out to get and keep a toned body. Hair dye, new clothes. Y/N learned how to dress herself in a way to show off her new body type. Skimpy little things. She learned how to properly apply makeup to give her that sultry look. She changed herself externally like she had something to prove.
And whether she'd admit it or not she did.
It was almost subconscious, but from a objective perspective it was clear as day that she was doing this to prove to a certain high school crush he was wrong to have rejected her.
And Y/N tried to move on, she really did, but that curly haired cutie never left her mind and it drove her insane. She had been with few people since then but none compared to what she thought of Harry.
Especially now that he's grown up even more. Gracing him with a more mature look. And he travelled around making him worldly, adding to his attractiveness.
Had Y/N been the same timid little high school girl she would never had the courage to go up to Harry, three years since the last time, in a pub. He was back in town and she was going to take advantage of that. Her hair and makeup were done to perfection. A short dress that showed off just the right amount of skin.
Eyes followed Y/N as she walked over. Who could blame them? She was looking hot as hell.
"Harry?" She questions as she approaches his table. He was with a bunch of other guys. Presumably his friends. The group also included his older brother Tom and his brother's best mate Harrison.
Harry turned around to see the young woman. He eyes her up and down just like the rest of the table. Her face looked familiar but he couldn't quite pinpoint from where he saw her before. "It's Y/N. From high school," she clarifies. His eyes widen.
