Floral \\ h.s

Ch. 5

I got into the passenger seat, Harry insisting that he drive; seeing as in he didn't trust my heels just yet. We soon pulled up at the little cafe that Harry had talked about.

As we got out of the car, I saw him hike up his shirt sleeve, showing more of his tattoos. I smiled to myself, he was really cute; in a bad-boy type way.

"Like what you see, Flora?" Harry said, a wicked smirk on his face.

I felt my cheeks heat up, "In your dreams, Styles." I spoke defensively as he chuckled.

We stepped into the cafe, people staring as if we were aliens. 

I looked down at myself, I looked OK. My outfit wasn't too daring. Then I noticed their eyes were locked on Harry's exposed arms, and me. Were they thinking we were an odd couple? I had tattoos - not near as many as Harry, and much smaller, and probably mean more, but they had no right to judge him. He was perfectly fucking fine.

"Flora?" Harry's accent cut into my daze, "What do you want?" 

He motioned for the menu, "I'll take a latte with carmal, please." I said, smiling as I grabbed five dollars from my purse.

I handed the girl my money, I glanced at Harry, seeing him clench his jaw. Was he not telling me something?

I grabbed my drink from the brown counter, going to sit at a small table. Harry had ordered a foot long sand which, saying we could split it in half and both share. He handed me my half and I took a large bit, whipping my mouth after.

"So what classes are you taking?" He asked, I took a sip of my drink before answering.

I rubbed my lips together out of habit, "Nothing, really. My father owns a shop downtown and I'm going to be working there. He said I need to get a real job, so sent me off to collage."

"So why are you here, Curly?" I asked, drinking my coffee again. It was only 11:49am but I really needed the caffeine.

"I want to be boxer,"  He said.

Visions of him kicking and punching other men flashed in my mind. And him getting beaten too. I felt a chill run down my spine.

He saw my expression, "Or maybe a trainer," 

"Why are you going to collage then?" I asked, taking a bit of my sand which.

He smirked, "I always wanted a degree, no matter what I did. My moms friends husband is the Dean, so I got collage here half off too."

I almost spit out my food.

"You only paid $22.000 dollars?! Thats not fair!" I pouted playfully as he chuckled.

"Yeah, I just roll like that."

"'Roll like that'? Really Harry?" I teased.

"Really, Floral." He smirked back.

I laughed, "I'm going to get a water. Want one?" I asked, standing up.

"Um, yes please."

I walked up to the brown counter. "Two waters please."

I wasn't prepared for what I saw when the barista turned around.

"Amanda?"

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sorry its a short updatee guys. I promise more tomorrow! and i should get a free pass today because ive douple updated the past two days. anyway. i need to go write my essay.

trust me, i'd rather be writing this story.

byee xx