flower crowns // l.s.

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The store is officially open. Harry couldn't believe it when it was finished and felt like he was living in a dream when he walked through his very own flower shop. He knew he wanted the name of the store to be simple, and Louis has been teasing him about being cocky for naming it this, but the name of it is: Harry's Flowers. It's basic, he knows, but it looks good on the sign.

The first costumer, surprisingly, was his Grandmother. Harry had gasped when he saw her and hugged her tightly after she insisted on being his first costumer. After that she went out and handed flyers to the locals, something Harry didn't know about until Louis got home with a flyer in his hand.

"Oh, Gran..." He had said, but couldn't help but laugh. What a persistent woman.

The first few days were slow. Not many people came in. But then word got out to his regulars he previously had at the stand that he opened his own store, and in came flooding more people.

"I messed up with my girlfriend again," this guy sighed out. "Any suggestions?"

Harry helped him out and gave him a freshly plucked anemone just to be nice.

Harry had to hire a few workers to help maintain things, which Louis seemed to enjoy a lot. Louis liked being stern when interviewing people and being intimidating. In the end, he hired two people: a girl with blue hair and a sixteen year old boy.

The lady with blue hair, Aliyah, is a very kind nineteen year old that dreams on being a singer. She said she needed a positive job and was happy to do anything to help.

The boy's name is Gabriel, but Harry calls him Gabe. He said he always liked flowers and would like some extra cash. Harry just honestly thought he was a cutie and would probably bring in some girls. Maybe not. But Gabe's a good worker and likes to sweet-talk people into buying flowers.

"Boss man!" Gabe said when Harry walked in after grabbing some lunch.

"Gabriel!" Harry happily said back.

"Have a good lunch?" Gabe asks.

Harry nodded and walked over to check on some flowers he put out earlier in the morning. "Yes. Louis says hi. How was your lunch?"

"Had the usual," Gabe sighed out. His usual was the chicken salad sandwich his Mum made him.

"Hey, Mister Styles?"

Harry crinkled his nose and turned to Aliyah. "Call me Harry," he said with a smile. "What's up?"

She smiled and nodded. "Right. Harry. And our supply of vases haven't come in yet. They were supposed to arrive this morning."

"Oh, right," Harry said with a frown. "I think I have the number on the desk somewhere. I'll give them a call." He smiled widely after that. Only because he's living out his dream. "Thanks for reminding me!"

"Sure thing, Mister... Harry," Aliyah quickly corrected.

Harry nodded and went to the back room where his desk was to give them a call.

The day went by rather quickly, with polite conversation with his employees to keep things from getting boring, and then six o'clock soon rolled around, the time Harry thought would be a good time to close up. It left Gabe with some time to get home and eat with his family, and Aliyah time to study at the University she's attending. And enough time for Harry to put things away and rush upstairs to make dinner.

It's a routine he's grown to love, really. And he wouldn't want to have it any other way now. His life is better than he ever hoped it would be. He has a beautiful boyfriend, his dream job, wonderful friends. It's just perfect. He wishes he could share with his Mum, though. She would be so proud of him.