Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

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"Flora, are you okay?" my father asked me when I returned.

  I shrugged my shoulders and wiped another tear from my eye.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Ashton and I got into a fight," I stated.

"What about?" He questioned.

  I explained to him what happened at the restaurant. I told him about Ashton worrying about me and my relationship problems and me getting angry at him. I told him everything except Harry. Dad would kill me if he found out that I was talking to him. To be honest, my dad was just as bad as Ashton when it came to judging people.

"I'm sorry. I'm sure you will make up. Anyway, I don't want my daughter to be worrying about such things anyway."

"But Dad, you don't understand. Maybe he's right. What if I never have a boyfriend?" I exaggerated.

"That is never going to happen. You will fin the love of your life soon. You just have to be patient," my dad chuckled.

"I know, but still."

"Listen to your heart. It's going to lead you on the right track, okay?" he said looking me dead in the eyes.

"Okay," I answered back.

  As cheesy as it sounds, my dad was right. I shouldn't be listening to Ashton about what to do. However, what scares me is that my heart will lead me off the right track. I'm scared that my heart has a bad sense of judgement like my dad and Ashton.

"Now I want you to continue to help the boats outside as I fill out this paperwork," my dad said grabbing a clipboard with a bunch of forms off of the counter.

  I walked outside and immediately felt the hot sun on my skin. I smiled and my feet lead me to the end of the dock.

~*~

Unknown Number-

Ya know, that damn purple ink of yours is still on my hand.. I can't get it off! x

I smiled at the text and knew instantly who it was. I put Harry's contact in my phone and then shortly replied.

Me-

Then it's doing its job :P

Harry-

Tell me how to get this stuff off!

Me-

Idk? Baby oil?

Harry-

Flo, wth is baby oil?!

 I started to die with laughter at Harry's text and everybody at the table started to look at me. I gave them a glare and continued to text Harry.

"Flora, who are you texting?" Adam asked.

"Just somebody I met at work today," I replied.

"Who is she?" Dad asked.

"Actually, it's a.. it's a guy," I told him.

  His eyes widened and he nodded his head slowly trying to process what i just said to him.

"Flora has a boyfriend!" my little brother, Aaron taunted.

  I shot him a dirty look and returned my focus towards Dad.

"He's funny though," I said trying to sugar-coat what I just said to him.

"Okay, what's his name?" he aked.