Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

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  His lips crashed into mine and I couldn't describe the feeling. It was so complicated. It felt nice, but insane that I was making out with a college student on a roof. It felt so romantic and instead of feeling out of place, I felt like I belonged. Like Harry really wanted me. Harry accepted me for who I was at that moment and I couldn't be happier.

  His lips were soft and kissable. His kiss took my breath away and it made my heart melt. It was beautiful. It made me realize what I was missing out on all of these years. But to be honest, any other  guy's kiss couldn't measure up to Harry's. Harry's made sparks fly and fire ignite. He put his hand behind my head and held me closer. As we kissed, I could sense that his lips tasted like mint gum and I was pleased. I loved every moment of it.

  After what seemed to be a couple of minutes. I backed away and kept my forehead against his. I caught my breath and smiled. "How was your first kiss?" "I don't know. I can't exactly describe it," I softly laughed. He put his hand over my heart and smiled at how fast it was going. "Your heart feels like it's about to explode," he laughed. I laughed too and nodded. "That was amazing," I smiled. "I agree whole-heartily," Harry said putting his arms around my waist. 

  I looked up at the sky and saw all of the different constellations. "My favorite thing about the stars are how they seem so wrong to come together, but if you have the right state of mind, they form beautiful pictures," I smiled. Harry kissed my neck softly and whispered,"Like you and I." My eyes widened and my breath hitched at what he just said. I backed away from him and shook my head. "No," I said to him. "What do you mean, 'no'?" "There can't be an 'us', Harry," I whispered.

  I could see anger wash over his face and he gritted his teeth. "What did that kiss mean to you then?" he said raising his voice slightly. "Harry, you're so different from me. I don't know if I could trust you. My father.. My father wouldn't approve of us.. Wouldn't approve of this. That kiss was the best thing that could ever happen to me, believe me. But you also know how I feel. Once you love somebody, they leave you emotionally or physically and I can't have that heartache."

  "Why can't you trust me?" he boomed. "Harry, those girls-" "Those girls mean nothing to me, Flo!" "Exactly! What if I turn into one of your girls Harry?" He looked away for a little while and then back at me. "You wouldn't," he said softly. "How would you and I know that? With all of the girls you've hooked up with.. There's no telling what you will do. I don't want to get hurt." "You wouldn't get hurt, Florence! Stop moping around and feeling sorry for yourself when I am telling you that I would never hurt you! Just because your mother died doesn't mean that I will leave you!" he yelled making me feel scared for the millionth time in a row.

  I gritted my teeth and swallowed the knot in my throat trying not to cry in front of Harry. Whenever somebody brings my mother up, I start to remember her and weep. I can't help it. It just happens. "How dare you bring my mother up," I said quietly. "There you go again!" he exclaimed,"You are unbelievable! Let go!" "I can't let go, because she was the only one who was there for me like a friend!" I cried. I looked out at the ocean and felt tears sliding down my cheeks. I heard him sigh and he scooted closer to me. He put his arm around me and kissed my forehead.

  "I'm sorry about your past," he whispered. "but you have to understand this. Even I had to.. You can't live in the past, but the past can live in you.. Flo, keep the memory of your mother with you, but don't live in the grief of what happened. Don't relive what happened or else, you're going to build up more walls than ever before." I looked up at him and he gave me a sad smile. It shocked me at how nice he was being to me after he just got onto me about feeling sorry for myself. I don't even think that I could switch gears that fast. Harry wiped the tears from my cheeks and I gave him a small, quick smile.