Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

4

  I giggled softly and lifted the sand dollar out of its bag. I examined it and saw that there were no missing or broken pieces and smiled. It must've been hard to find something like that. It was practically impossible for anybody to find a whole sand dollar. Especially in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

  It reminded me of my mother. I remembered a time when I was younger when the sky seemed like a brilliant blue and the New York air gave a soft, but comforting chill. I was at the age of six and I was walking down the streets of New York with my hand in my mother's. We some how made our way into a shop that sold beachy things such as flip-flops, beach umbrellas, multi-colored shells, and sand dollars. In my six years of life, I had never seen a sand dollar in person before. It seemed so interesting to me at the time.

  I remember that night I showed off the sand dollar to my grandparents, Adam, and my father. Adam didn't seem too impressed, because he did what big brother's do- ignore their little sisters. However, my family acted like it was the coolest thing in the world. It made me feel good to know that they were impressed until I came to know the next day that both of my grandparents grew up on the beach their whole lives.

  I examined the querr sand dollar and smiled. I wondered where Harry got it. Surely he didn't find it on the beach. I shrugged it off and put it back in the bag. I carefully put it in my purse and went back inside to find Michael and Calum talking to my dad. I sat down my purse behind the counter and smiled.

 "Hey," I softly said.

"Hey," they both said with smiles on their faces.

"What are you doing here?" I said hugging them both.

"Just seeing if you were here," Michael said.

"We were just wondering if you wanted to go to a party with us tonight," Calum said.

"Uhh.." I drifted off looking up at my dad. "Why don't we go outside?" I asked leading them out.

  "What was that?" Calum asked as soon as I closed the door.

"Listen you guys, I met this guy yesterday and my dad really doesn't like him. He asked me out tonight and I don't want to let him know," I explained.

"Look at her, Calum. She's finally living on the wild side," Michael chuckled.

"What's his name?" Calum asked.

 "Harry Styles," I replied. 

  Both of their eyes widened. "Oh my God," Michael said in disbelief.

"You really are living on the wild side," Calum said.

"Not really. My dad just said that he was known for vandalizing and-"

"Partying!" they both said in unison.

  My eyebrows furrowed and Michael smiled while Calum frowned.

  "What do you mean?" I asked.

  "He goes to parties all of the time and everytime he goes to one, he makes sure he is remembered!" Michael laughed. Calum jabbed Michael in the side with his elbow and gave him a disapproving look.

  "In the bad way," he added. "I don't think it's a good idea to go out with him. He goes out with girls all of the time. One day he asks them out and.. does things with them and then the next day he leaves them. It's sick," Calum sighed.

  I felt something in my chest shatter and I frowned. "You're lying," I said.

  They both looked at each other and attempted to avoid my eyes not saying a word. I felt a knot in my throat forming and I bit my lip looking at the dock. I saw a boat coming in and I knew I had to help them out.

  "Yeah, I'll go with you tonight," I said trying not to burst into tears.

 "I'm so sorry," Calum whispered as he hugged me tight.

"I'll be fine." I said choking on the knot in my throat, "I'll talk to you later." I walked down to the dock and helped the man trying to get gasoline. "Hey, how are you?" I asked the man as cheerfully as I could.

 "Good, how are you?" he replied respectfully.

  "I'm doing great," I lied as I put the nozzel into his boat. The man was a lot nicer than Harry was when he first introduced himself. 

  Harry. The man that was an evil creep. The man that was full of trouble. The man that thought that he could get me. Well, he had another thing coming to him. I was not going to be that girl. Nope. Not Florence Valentine. Not me. He was such an idiot to think that I would go on a date with him after all of the things he has done. Vandalism, partying, and lots of other things that I don't want to name or know.

  I pulled the nozzel out of the boat and got the money from him. I bid him goodbye and he drove off. I held my arms close to my chest and thought of what Harry has done. It hurt me to know that he cheats on tons of women and he just decides to pop into my life out of the blue. I felt a rain drop hit the back of my neck and I sighed sitting on the bench sitting on the side of the pathway. 

  Harry crept into my mind once again and I couldn't hold the tears back any longer. I started to sob and it hurt so bad that Harry was using me this whole time. I hated him. Pure hatred bubbled throughout my veins and I cried even harder. As time passed by, the rain started to pour and I sat there pathetically crying. I wanted to get up and go inside, but I felt too hurt to do anything. I was scared, hurt, and angry at the same time. I was also confused. Very, very confused.

  I felt a hand lay on me softly and I swatted it away thinking that it was Harry. I looked up and saw that it was my father looking down at me and he held my hand leading me back inside. Once we were inside, he gave me a towel and I dried off as best as I could.

"What happened?" he asked.

 I paused and looked down at the ground. "Someone very cruel hurt me."