Broken

Pink roses

With him I had many firsts. He showed me how to love with all your being. He made me believe I could do anything and be anyone I wanted in life. He built me up to break me down just like the paparazzi had done to him. The difference was he was Harry Styles and he had to keep up a facade and pretend it was all ok while I was at home in my sweats completely numb to the world.

Let's get back to my story well our story.

That day we exchanged numbers. He was off in America doing what he loved and I was in London making lattes and cappuccinos for grouchy customers. He texted me every day when I say every day I mean every day. I got a good morning text, a good night text and everything in between. We also skyped and called each other. I thought he would get my number and forget all about me but he proved me wrong once again with his constant contact.

One night on Skype we were just telling each other how our days had been and in the middle of me telling him the story of how the new employe broke the coffee machine he just blurted out " Do you want to go out on a date with me " I hesitated to answer still in shock while he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck patiently waiting for my answer. After long consideration and making a list of the pros and cons I finally agreed to go on a date with him. He smiled his ear to ear smile that made both of his deep dimples to appear. We talked for a while longer and then hung up since he had early interviews and well I had early lattes to make.

That night I just lay in bed thinking I had never gone on a proper date with anybody. I wasn't weird or anything but I never had a first date. It was always I like you let's get into a relationship. Never had I been on a date. Well Harry was about to change that.

Let's get to the day before he took me on that first lovely date.

I woke up to the sound of my doorbell. Diana hadn't come home last night so I had to get up. I contemplated on just ignoring it but I got up. I opened the door and was greeted with the image of a huge pink rose bouquet and a long pair of legs. Thats all I could see. But I knew it was him. He had on his signature tight black jeans that I had made fun of countless times because they looked like tights. And of course he had on his not so clean white converse. I couldn't get the smile of my face that boy was really a charmer. He slowly moved the roses and I saw his emerald green eyes and that dimple to dimple smile and his cheeks were slightly flushed. "Good morning my beautiful lady" was the first thing to come out of his mouth and cue the blush that appeared on my cheeks. I looked down at the ground and back at him then moved up to him and got on my tippy toes. What I did next didn't just surprise him but it surprised myself. I lightly pecked the corner of his lips and whispered in his ear a thank you. That cheeky boy grazed his thumb across my left cheek and replied "no, thank you" and pecked my nose. I told him to come in and he followed me into the kitchen where he asked for a vase. Thing was I only had one vase and the flowers didn't fit in one.

He placed the flowers down and followed me to the living room. We sat there and cuddled all day. At around 11pm he went home and left me engulfed with his sweet yet masculine smell and with my lips tingling in sensation after he kissed me goodbye. The tastes of his lips still lingered on mine later that night. They were soft yet rough. The way he kissed me was filled of adoration instead of lust. I realized he affected me the way no man had.

After that day we spent together I knew I was falling, I was falling hard for Harry Styles. But that day became a tradition. Every time he would leave to do his superstar duties he'd come back a few days later sometimes months but I would wake up and be greeted my those lovely pink roses that I loved.