Timeless - A Larry Stylinson FanFiction

Chapter 20

“Harry?” a gentle female voice called into the afternoon atmosphere, her breath curling in wisps of white, weaving through the air as delicately as her short curls. Although most of her dirty blonde bob was covered by her hat, the young girl was hard not to recognize.

“Florence?”  Harry asked, coughing once he realized how sore his throat was.

It was the sin, Harry thought. Kissing another man has upset our Lord, and I now am destined to burn from the inside out.

“Harry, are you alright?” Florence asked, placing a dainty hand on his shoulder; one of which caused him to jump in his trousers and brush her hand from his collar.

“Oh yes,” Harry said abruptly, gathering his blazer tighter around his torso, adjusting his pin on the lapel before attempting to sidestep the floorflusher that stood in his path. “Never been brighter.”

It’s right there in the Bible, “Man shalt not lie with man...”

With a chipper smile and a tip of the hat, Harry tried to move along, with no such luck.

“My, my Mr. Styles,” Florence exclaimed rather sensually, a smile playing ever so childishly at the corners of her mouth. “Wherever do you think you’re scampering off to?”

A lump lodged itself in the tender space in Harry’s throat and as he fought his own anatomy on whether to breathe or to swallow, he succumbed to the saliva building behind his tongue and sent the lump further down.

Not only did you kiss him...

“My mother!” he replied, slightly too enthusiastically as the couple began walking down 16th street. “She’s fallen quite ill. I just stepped out to buy her these, uh...” Harry took a glance down at the box in his hands and mentally chided himself for not leaving the baked goods at Louis’ home. “These Chocolatines!”

But it surely was no displeasure to you.

“Chocolatines?!” Florence said, clearly surprised. “My goodness if I was green at the gills I surely wouldn’t want to eat one of those.”

Harry’s heart rate accelerated, thankfully along with his thinking.

You, Harry Styles, are most certainly-

“Not a stomach ache,” he blurted out, to interrupt his thoughts before he could just about feel them crawling under his goosebump-ridden flesh. “Surely with a stomach ache, oh good heavens I myself can only imagine, when fed something sweet why, I might overflow! Mother only suffers from a minor headache. She got on late last night when the sky was a rich purple, my dear it was quite a sight for sore eyes, and slipped her feet into lace to hang a ribbon for the soldiers on the door. Oh, cumbersome she is and always has, will, and forevermore be she went and slipped down the stairs on which she nicked her noggin.”

“Well surely she needs to see Doctor Lasnier!” Florence said worriedly, quickening her pace to keep up to that of Harry’s, gathering the ends of her sea green dress in her fists as not to dirty the fabric. “What if it’s serious? Shall I come over to have a look? Father always said as a lady I would never be permitted to work in medicine but a daft man like him could never stop me from practicing, I was a sly child, never noticed by my parents. I think they belittled me too often to know I was so mischievous, oh, I was never as strong as Thea-”

“Florence,” Harry interrupted her. “My mother is a fighter; bound to survive such a minor incident. I really must be going. Send prayers and best wishes to all, and goodnight and furthermore, til dawn reunite us.”

“Oh!” Florence called mindlessly after Harry, as though the two were part of a romance novel. “Til dawn, Harry Styles!”

Managing to escape the tight bond of the young girl’s attempts at seduction was a feat in itself; thick ropes easier unwound than those snaked around his brain whispering soft lyrics into his head.