Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

5

  "Who was it?" my father worriedly asked. "The man you warned me about. I now know who he really is.. Why didn't you tell me everything that he's done?" I yelled. "I didn't want you to be like this," he sadly said. "Well now I am!" I exclaimed. I looked at my watch and saw that it was already four o'clock. I hastily grabbed my purse and opened the door."Where are you going?" he asked. "Getting something to eat. Do you want me to get you anything?" I said more calmly than I was before. He shook his head and I went out the door. 

  My dad came out after me and handed me an umbrella. I thanked him and opened it starting my walk. I went down to the place where I met Ashton yesterday, because it wasn't so far away. Once I got there, I got a table under the overhang and sat down. I ordered my food and drink and then looked out at the beautiful ocean. It was still raining, but the beach always looked beautiful. I loved how the rain hit the water, yet it looked so peaceful. I was so blessed to live there.

  "Florence?" a deep british voice smoothly said making chills run down my spine. I didn't know if the chills were in the good way or the bad way, but hopefully the bad way. I ignored it and continued to look out at the ocean. I heard footsteps across the wood floor and prayed that the voice wouldn't sit down at the table I was at. To my luck, it sat down in front of me across the table and stared at me. "I don't like to be stared at, Styles." In the corner of my eye, I could tell that he was taken aback.

  "What's wrong?" he asked. "Like you don't know what you've done," I hissed not bothering to look at him. He looked like he knew what I was talking about and then bit his lip thinking very hard. "How did you find out?" "My friends, Calum and Michael." I heard him mumble under his breath and I felt anger rise up in my chest. "So you didn't want me to know? How could you? You can't keep secrets like those away from me! That is so dishonest! I'm so disgusted with you right now!" I yelled at him.

  "You shouldn't be disgusted with me! It's my life, Florence!" he boomed. I felt scared and I wanted to shrink back in a shell like a turtle. But being the idiot I was, I fought back. "Yes I should, because what you've done is wrong! Don't you realize that? You're a creep for wanting me to be one of those girls! If you thought that I was, then you're wrong!" I said getting up out of my seat. "Last time I checked, you weren't my damn mother! You're just a pathetic girl that works in her father's marina that works for minimum wage! You are pathetic and weak! You mean nothing to me just like those other girls! If you think you were something special, you are so wrong!" he said standing up and getting in my face.

  I felt tears stinging my eyes and I started to cry. I felt my self-pride shatter and my confidence fall instantly. I wanted to say something back, but I couldn't. I felt like if I said something, Harry would knock me back down and abuse me with his words, so I didn't even bother trying. Maybe he was right. Maybe I was pathetic. "You're a jerk and you always will be," I said looking down at the ground. "You don't even know me," he said very low and darkly. "Yes, I do. You use women, you party too late, and you wreck things." "That's what I've done.. That's not who I am." "Then who are you?" 

  He looked down at the ground and smirked. "I'm Harry," he said looking up at me. "But that doesn't make sense." He sighed and paused. "Because you don't know who I am," he frowned and walked away. I looked at the ground and wiped the tears from my eyes. A part of me wanted to call after Harry, but a part of me wanted to never see his face again. You would guess that I would want to run after Harry, but I didn't. I wanted to, but I just wanted to let him go. He deserves to be on his own after what he's done. I didn't want to be any part of his life.

  "I never want to see your face again!" I called after him. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. He walked towards me with rage in his eyes and looked down on me. "Do you think that I would want to see you again?" he said in almost a whisper. I didn't answer, but I stood my ground. I saw his Adam's apple bob up and down and then he spoke again. "You'll be mine, Florence. You will be. I can see that passion in your eyes." "That's called hatred," I said boldly.

  He ran his tongue over his lips and sighed looking into my eyes. "You're going to come back to me. It's going to drive you crazy not being with me. Just watch," he said before walking away. "Don't be so sure of yourself," I muttered to myself. I sat back down at the table and rested my head in my hands.

  I called up Luke and asked him if he could meet me where I was. In less than five minutes, he showed up and noticed that my eyes were red. I explained everything to him about what happened and he listened intently. As I spoke, I ate some of my french fries and also shared some with Luke. He ate silently and didn't interrupt me once. When I was finished, he nodded and looked like he was trying to process everything that happened.

  "Well for one, you aren't pathetic. Secondly, just give him some space for awhile. Maybe he's just a little uneasy about something. Guys get that way sometimes. Maybe he has had a trauma in his life that he still hasn't gotten over. Who knows?" he explained as he ate some more fries. "I don't want to see him again though. Not after the way he treated me." "No, I think you should see him again. I think that would be a brilliant idea. I mean, Ashton's right. You do need some sort of love in your life. You should've run after him."

  I sighed and rubbed my temples in a circular motion gently. "But Luke, that's the thing. I get tired of chasing after a while. Everybody does. Love doesn't work out. It's absolute crap! I mean, every relationship crumbles. That's how it goes and I don't want to experience it for myself," I said sternly. "Not every relationship does," he argued. "Yeah? You know the story about Titanic? Jack dies and leaves Rose! Do you know the story about Diana? Prince Charles had an affair with another lady while he was with Diana! Do you know about my parents? My mother was in a car accident and left me and my father in depression while Aaron was left without a motherly figure in his life! Love doesn't work out, Luke! People die and leave you all of the time! It sucks!" I yelled.

  Luke looked away at the ocean and frowned. "Listen, I know your mother died, but that's not your fault. The fault was the drunken man coming towards her. You weren't the fault. He was. Sometimes, we are the fault, but sometimes we're not.. Either way, love is never the fault. It's the result of the fault. Faults bring people together. That's the beauty of them. Faults are beautiful mistakes that come together to make a dramatic piece of art. The art may take a while to come together, but in time it does and it comes out to be something beautiful. You just have to see it, Florence."

  I stopped and felt more tears coming to my eyes feeling very confused and lost. I felt like I was a compass with no sense of direction. I didn't know what to do or what to say at that moment. I paused and felt numb. That's what I did. "Luke, can I ask you something?" I asked him. He nodded and I continued,"Is Harry a part of my masterpiece?" He sighed and said,"It's whatever you choose, but if I were you, I would give him a chance. I would go for it. Life's too short to wait and see if you made the right decision. Flo, you just have to go for it." I nodded and sighed. I contemplated on the fact if I should talk to Harry or not. I finally decided to let time take its course and tell me what to do. I thought that was the best route to go. 

  Me and Luke talked for quite awhile about different things and soon decided that it was time to go. I paid for my food and then went back to the marina. Luke drove me back in his Nissan and stayed with me the rest of the time I had to work. Work went by faster when I was with Luke. We were joking around as we went along and laughed together. Before I knew it, Dad let me go home and Luke drove me home.

  "So are you going to the party Michael and Calum asked you about?" Luke asked. I nodded and asked,"What time is the party?" "It starts at nine." I looked at my watch and saw that it was already six-forty-five. "Can you wait on me to get ready so you can drive me over there?" I asked. "No problem," he said. I nodded and smiled as we passed a row of palm trees. I couldn't believe that I was actually wanting to go to a party. This will be good for me, I thought. Hopefully.