Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

10

By the end of the day, Harry had tried to call me ten times and had left me twenty text messages. I scrolled through the texts and frowned at each one of them. The first couple of ones seemed like he truly wanted to talk to me, but soon it sounded like he could care less about me. The first ones consisted of:

Harry-

Hey, I tried to call you! Pick up the phone, Flora

Harry-

I'm getting worried. Please pick up!

Harry-

Was it something I did? Please tell me! I want to talk to you and make sure that you're fine

Then it went downhill from there. Some of the last couple of texts said:

Harry-

wth Florence! Pick up your damn phone

Harry-

You know what, fine! Don't talk to me

Harry-

Don't bother calling. I don't care anymore.

I looked down at my phone and bit my lip. I had made him upset. Very upset. A part of me felt bad, but the other half didn't give a crap. However, that last text stung. He didn't care anymore about me. "Like he ever cared," I mumbled. I put my phone in my purse and looked out at the ocean. I rested my elbows on my knees and put my head in my hands.

I listened to the ocean crash against the sand and I realized something. He was the ocean and I was the sand. He came upon me like a tidal wave and then drew away back into the ocean forever before he came crashing back. I ran my fingers through my hair and felt emotionless. My phone rang and I immediately answered it knowing who it was.

"Harry, stop calling me!" I exclaimed. "Uhh.. This is Ashton?" Ashton said over the other line. I felt a rush of embarrassment flow throughout me and I could feel my cheeks getting red. "Oh, sorry," I said. "It's okay.. Listen, I-I want to apologize for yelling at you and for also getting up in your personal business.. It was wrong of me and I deserved what I got. I just can't stand not talking to you anymore and I want us to make up," he said.

A slight smile melted onto my lips and I felt relieved that the tension between Ashton and I had finally disappeared. "I'm sorry too. I couldn't stand not talking to you either. I've missed you," I said. "I've missed you too." Ashton said. "So.. um, are you okay? You know, with the whole Harry thing?" "No, I'm not. I'm torn. I mean, Harry can be such a nice guy, but then I remember how much of a player he is. He can be so annoying too with that smirk of his. I just can't stand him! But then I want to come back to him and I-I just can't.." I said drifting off.

"If you don't want to be with him, then don't," Ashton said. I sighed and grabbed a hand full of sand and let it escape my fingers. "I don't want to-" "Oh really?" a deep, British voice I knew said behind me. I instantly stopped breathing and I couldn't seem to find air. "Ashton, I have to call you back." I hung up the phone and threw it in my purse not looking at Harry.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" I said in almost a whisper. "What am I doing here?" He yelled,"I'm here, because I've been looking for you everywhere!" I got up off of the ground and turned around to face him saying,"I thought you didn't care anymore!" "I don't! I wanted to find you so I could see what you've been doing not calling me back!" "So all you care about is me contacting you?" "No! I've been doing my own things!"

I could feel my face turning red and I started to feel pure anger. "Let me guess, making out with other women? Partying? Drinking?" I said getting my stuff. "Yes!" he boomed. I let go of all of the things I had in my hands and I charged towards him. "Why did you lead me on?" I said with my voice cracking from the tears I tried to hold back. "Lead you on? I was just doing what I always did! You mean nothing to me! You're worthless!" he yelled back. "If I was worthless to you, why did you lead me on a freaking roof and gave me freaking champagne and freaking stick your tongue down my throat? Why did you freaking sing with me and why did you freaking smile half of the time? Why were you so sincere and careful with my feelings as I poured out my feelings to you? Huh? Did anything mean something or was all of that just a lie?"

I had tears finally flowing down my cheeks and Harry didn't even seem to care. I just now realized that we were only centimeters apart and I felt intimidated. His breath splashed against my face and I gritted my teeth. "No," he said. He cupped my face with his hand and lead my lips closer to his. "Stop!" I yelled freeing myself from his grasp. I panted from struggling to get away from Harry and shook my head. "Stop acting like you care when you say you don't.. You're sick," I said with tears running down my face.

He stayed silent while I regathered my things and started to walk away. "Don't walk away from me!" he yelled. I turned around and faced him saying,"And why not? You wouldn't care anyway." He looked like he was going to argue with me again, but then decided against it. "Don't walk away," he said quietly. "Watch me," I returned. I turned back around and started to walk across the parking lot and made my way to the sidewalk to go back home.

  At this point, I really needed a car, because at the pace I was going, I wasn't getting far from Harry and his long legs. I started cursing Harry's name under my breath calling him things I never would've known I would say. I was ashamed of him, but also of me. Harry had turn me into someone I didn't want to be. Harry Styles has been ruining me and my life. So far, I've been lying to the only parent I have left and I've been in deep fights with my friends I never knew I would have. Ever since this summer started a few days ago, my life has been complete utter chaos.

  My day had gone by so fast. It was all like a blur to me. Especially Harry and I's fight. The yelling, the hatred, all of it made my head hurt. Harry just seemed so bipolar sometimes. First he's an ass, then he's all sweet and sincere, and then he can look dark and perverted. Harry had many sides to him, I just didn't want to find them all out. However, I found one side to Harry tonight that wish I didn't see. The side where he's argumentative and hurtful.

As I walked down the sidewalk, it started to get dark and the bitter wind continued to bite at my skin. I heard a car slow down and I looked behind me. Harry's black Mustang pulled up and he was driving at the speed I was walking. He rolled down the window and stared at me. "What do you want?" I said as I wiped a tear from my eye. "Get in the car," he said. "No. I want to get far away from you," I said. "Get in the car," he repeated. "No," I said glaring at him.

He looked like he was starting to lose his patience with every step I took. "Get in the damn car before I do it myself!" he yelled. I stopped in my tracks and thought of how a college punk was going to pick up a 17 year old and put her in a car. I sighed and threw my stuff in the front and got in the passenger's seat. Harry took off and didn't say a word. I slouched in my seat and looked out the window.

"You're hair looks really go-" "Why did you pick me up on the side of the road when you said you didn't care?" I interrupted. "Anybody would've done that, Flo," he said softly. "Don't call me that," I said. It was silent for a couple of minutes until Harry broke it. "I did care about some things," he admitted. "Like what?" I asked.

After a couple of seconds he finally replied. "I care about the way you're sensitive to almost everything.. I care about you not believing in the whole love deal and I care about you not being able to trust anybody." I nodded and said,"Did you care about that kiss?" "I'm not answering that," he said stubbornly. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "I do," I said. "even if you don't."

When we were a block away from my house, I told him to stop the car. He did as I obeyed and I got my stuff. I got out of the truck and he rolled the window down. "Say something," he said. "There's nothing to say," I replied. I nodded to him to say 'good night' and walked off. I looked back one last time and said,"Goodbye, Harry." I walked down the street feeling lonely for the millionth time in my life and this time, I truly cared.