Styles Brothers (A Dark Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11

*Harry’s P.O.V.*

I never been in love with anyone before, though I had many girlfriends, but all of them was just nothing. I never had been serious in what they fucking call, “love”. Not when I met this stupendous girl, she’s pretty, she’s intelligent, she’s kind… but not on me, she’s feisty, and she can be anyone’s everything.

“Sir are you going to buy these flowers?”

My lens shot on the sales lady who’s currently holding a bouquet. “Ugh. Wait.” I hesitantly pause. “Do you think a girl will like that kind of flower?” I sighed as I continued.

The sales lady smiles at me then she answers, “For your girlfriend sir?”

“No. I’m going to court her.”

“Oh.” The sales lady shook her head, “I think no. Try to add some of her favorite colors here on this bouquet so she’ll like it.”

“But, I don’t know her favorite color.”

“Hmm… How ‘bout her favorite flower?”

“Neither.”

“Well then, let’s just choose tulips and roses then.”

“Why should it be tulips and roses?” I curiously ask.

“If I’d ask you to describe the girl I guess your answer will be…” The sales lady cuts her words and turns her back, her hand reaches on some flowers and soon turn her back to meet me again, she’s holding one bright yellow ones and blooming pinkish flower that made my eyes stuck on it.

“Beautiful.” I whisper.

“And that will be her reaction too if she’ll receive that.”

I smiled at the sales lady’s idea, “Ok. Whatever it suits her.”

I went out of the flower shop holding a bouquet of yellow tulips and pinkish roses. I don’t know how outdated I am, but this is the only idea I know when it comes to “courting”.

My black range rover was turned on, and then I drove to the university. I took the other entrance, the pathway is long enough for me to think what will I say when I give the bouquet to her. “Hi Eya. Flowers for you.” I thought. “Bloody hell I looked like an old class bitch.” I don’t know how to start this, I know this is too fast, she hates me and I don’t really think she’ll love it when I give this. Afterwards, I reached our class room. I was surprised to find no one in there. Fortunately, I found one of my classmates and I stroll at her hiding my hand that is holding the bouquet.

“Where are the rest?”

She was startled with my voice and later then, she came up with the topic, “Th-they’re on the field. Haven’t you seen them?”

I shook my head and passed her.

“Harry.” She called.

I stopped “What?” tilting my head to her.

“Those flowers are for?”

My head shot on my hand noticing that it’s still on my back then she saw it when I passed at her. “The hell you care?” I asphyxiated answers her. She shook her head and turns her back.

I continued walking down from the 3rd floor till my lens spotted the clear… no not clear field, there were my classmates who formed a half-circle, in the center I saw Hazza holding Eya’s waist. I stopped on my place watching what will happen on Eya and Hazza. I heard their voices; it was silent and their voices are the only thing that filling up the surroundings and the words was clear so it’s easy for me to hear it.

“Hi Eya Crayson.” Hazza started smirking at her.

“What’s this about?” Eya curiously stares at him.

“About me…” Hazza stops, then he turned his back on the girl behind him. A bouquet filled with yellow tulips and pink roses was handed to him. “Who’s going to court you.” He turns to Eya again, smiling. Eya was frozen, her beautiful black-brown tremendous lens not leaving Hazza’s eyes. Hazza handed her the bouquet and Eya uncertainly accepts. He brought his hands once more to her waist and leans his head on hers.  “So can I?” He smirks.

“Hazza I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She spokes, her face splashed with pink blush.

“You’re amazing that I fall for you that fast.”

“H-huh?”

“Let me court you Eya, I love you.” He smiled, rubbing his nose to her, making her flushed than ever.

“Hazza…” Was the only thing she spokes then smiles.

The bouquet on my hand dropped on the green grass of the field, the vulnerable feelings on the inside of me slowly kills. She’s just the first girl who I fell for, the worst thing is, I fell broken cause she didn’t catch me, and it fucking hurts. I set out on the university and went straight to our hide-out. Nobody welcomes me when I got there, cause nobody’s inside. I load my gun and started to shower my bullets all around the area, glasses brittle loudly on the floor as I hit on them, I didn’t realize that some glasses were splashed on my arms and started bleeding, but I didn’t care. The pain I felt inside was more than the pain I felt with these wounds.