Marigold and Daisies (H.S.)

Forty Seven

Marigold's POV

I dropped Allie off at the airport three days ago and have been trying to distract myself with work while she was in London. I can't say that it's been a success. There's only so much I could do with how slow business has been this week. I managed to finish all the floral arrangement orders for the next 2 days in under 3 hours. Even going at a slow and leisure pace.

I sent in the order for the new floral deliveries and some supplies for the shop in general. Mya and Liza were at the front scrubbing the walls of the counters, that's what we were doing to pass time.

"Maybe we should start a TikTok account." Mya quipped, popping her head above the counter and raising an eyebrow at me.

"A TikTok account?" I asked, not really paying attention.

She nodded her head, "Yes! I mean, wouldn't it be fun? It'll be good for marketing."

"Is my Instagram page not enough?"

"It's great. But-" She exaggerated the word, "The younger generation is on TikTok, we'll reach a bigger audience. Besides, everyone already knows that "the Harry Styles" comes here, we just gotta remind them why." She shrugs.

"You know what? That's not a bad idea," I mused, leaning against the counter and crossing my arms. "But it's going to be your responsibility." I pointed at her, "And I don't want to hear any complaints when or if your videos flop." I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Speaking of videos," Liza chimed in, hoisting herself to sit on the countertop. "Have you seen the one of Harry from a few days ago?"

Mya coughed obnoxiously. "Liza, we don't talk about... him." She urged, giving her a knowing look.

I rolled my eyes, "Mya, it's fine. We're not on bad terms." I defended Harry. "What's the video?" I turned my attention back to Liza. As much as I tried to stay clear of any news articles or update accounts, I was still curious on how he's been doing.

"He was completely mobbed the other day. Hundreds of fans. He was at a restaurant with Brad and Jeff, I guess it got leaked where he was, and everyone rushed over. They didn't have any security with them, so they had to push through the crowd themselves, along with the restaurant's lone security guard." Liza pulled out her phone, scrolling to find the video as she spoke.

I frowned, already envisioning Harry being swarmed by a frenzied crowd. It was one of the things that genuinely made Harry nervous, and I could only imagine what he must have felt in that moment. As much as Harry loved his fans, being completely surrounded by hundreds of people without any security is extremely overwhelming.

"Here," Liza handed me the phone. Screams erupted from the speaker as Harry appeared, pushing open the restaurant door. The crowd immediately engulfed the men, leaving barely any room for them to move forward or backward. My heart ached as I saw the look on Harry's face.

He was trying to maintain a neutral expression so as not to appear rude to the fans, but I could see the anxiety in his eyes as he wiggled through the crowd. I clicked off the video, locked the phone, and handed it back to Liza, my frown deepening.

"They should have had security. That's so dangerous," I murmured, feeling the sudden urge to call Harry and make sure he was okay. "God, he must have been so scared," I added, absentmindedly picking at my fingernails.

"Hey, I'm sure he's fine... He's kind of used to that kind of stuff, right?" Mya tried to be positive. I shrugged, my worry not easing. "That doesn't make it okay," I replied, my concern for Harry still lingering.

"Right." I said instead, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. Harry isn't my boyfriend anymore. He can take care of himself. "Okay, well we only have an hour left. We can go ahead and start cleaning." I nodded my head, glancing at the almost empty shop. There were only a few people scattered around the sitting area, books and laptops opened in front of them.