Before - H.S

three

it's short but enjoy because this will be the first but last harry's POV for lil while...

Harry styles:

As i walk down the street away from florence i reflect on the day i just spent with her. When we were in the car and she was having that panic attack i felt bad for her for some reason. i never feel bad for anyone, not the way i did then. That's the only reason i took her to the restaurant. The only reason.

I don't want to dwell on it at all but i feel something inside me yelling at me to get her number somehow.

Before i realise i'm dialling my managers phone number into my phone. I ask for Florence's phone number and already he starts to insinuate that i'm going to sleep with her. I mean that's not likely to happen she seems like the virgin Mary type to me, but i do want to see how much i can piss her off on tour.

She seems like the person who would get pissed off easily, and in a funny way.

I really did enjoy her company though. I am not used to actually enjoying girls company when their tongue doesn't end up down my throat. But there's a first time for everything right?

She seems fun to be around and in the right outfit she could look hot. Her blonde hair is beautiful and in the sun on the way home it looked like it was glowing.

harry for fucks sake snap out of it.

I walk down the street and approach my black jeep. As soon as i get in, i'm not going to think about Florence until i see her again.

that didn't work out.

i feel myself getting more and more drunk as i gulp down more vodka and i decide to call her a few times. no answer. Well it's 3am so if she actually did i'd be shocked. I begin to try to think of some nicknames to call her.

Suddenly i hear my phone going off, i look at the time and it's 9am, my head is banging. how much did i drink last night?

i climb out of bed and grab my phone. Its florence or newly know to me as flo. it's the best i could do. We talk on the phone for a bit and after i get a text from my manager of a list of things she will need for the tour.

Florence has no idea yet that her job may consist of more than just doing makeup, that's if she agrees. I decide to add sexy underwear to the list as a joke. obviously, i don't actually care. But i feel like she will get taken back by it, since she's so innocent.

i look at my phone and Niall is ringing me.

"harry you have got to get down here i have news about you know who"

florence rhodes:

I wake up to the morning sun seeping through my blinds. Once again i fill in my dairy and talk all about the gorgeous drive in the sunset with harry.

As i look at my bedside table i see 3 missed calls at 3am from a unknown number.

that's odd. Maybe they're a stalker- i could use the spice in my life.

i never usually call back unknown numbers but after yesterday and my moms proud lecture at me after getting the job i have a confidence boot and i think i will.

The phone rings for what feels like forever until i hear a croaky british accent come through my phone speakers

"hello" the voice says, which by their voice you can tell that i woke them up.

"uh hi- um who is this?" i ask nervously

"ah flo, it's harry!" harry's voice, now sounding more alive speaks up.