Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

14

  "Harry, I'm getting tired. What time is it?" I asked sleepily. Harry and I had been talking to each other for what seemed like hours and with every word we said, I would get sleepier and sleepier. However, our conversations were pretty interesting. It went from what we liked to do for fun to how we would like to solve world peace. It got really irrelevant really fast, but I enjoyed the time we had together.

  "Ten fourty-five,"Harry replied. My eyes widened and I groaned. "I don't want to leave," I complained. "You don't have to." Harry replied,"You can stay here." "I can't. My dad would kill me," I said. He rolled his eyes and said,"Okay, fine. Let's go get your car," he complained as he got his keys from the coffee table. I followed him down the stairs and to his car.

  "I wish you wouldn't have to leave me," Harry pouted dramatically. I laughed and said,"Believe me, I don't want to leave. Everytime I'm with you, I have the time of my life." As soon as I realized what I said, my eyes widened and I cursed myself silently in my head for saying what I said. I quickly looked out the window and put a hand over my mouth. Harry chuckled softly and his lips grazed over my cheek softly until they made contact with my face. He returned his attention to the road and I blushed furiously.

  When we made it to Zayn's neighborhood where my car was, he stopped the car and looked at me. "I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked. "I have to work," I said sadly. He smiled and said,"I'll see you." "Okay." I hugged him quickly and then got out of the car to return to my own. As I got into my father's truck, I saw Harry staring at me with his arms crossed. I waved one last time and got into the driver's seat.

  As I drove down the road, I sang happily to the music that blared from my stereo. I felt so happy and so alive. It was just something about Harry that made me feel so overwhelmed, but in the good way oddly enough. Of course he got on my nerves with his cockiness and seductive nature, but he was also very sweet and actually had a very good heart.

  When I got home, I parked the truck in the driveway and went inside. "Hey," I greeted at the door. My father and Aaron were sitting on the couch watching a movie and turned their attention towards me. "Hey, you're on time," my father said sounding impressed as he looked at his watch. "Yep," I said as I sat down on the couch. 

  "What did you do?" my father asked. "Went to a party," I replied. "Who did you go with?" he asked. "I went by myself." "Why did you go by yourself?" "Why do you have to ask so many questions?" Aaron interuppted. "Really, Dad." I laughed. "I mean, I wouldn't do anything irresponsible, would I?" He smiled at me and said,"I guess not."

  I smiled back and said,"I'm really tired, so I'm going to go get ready for bed." "Okay, Sweetheart. Good night." "Good night."

~*~

  I dunked my rag into the soapy water and started to wash the counter top. I swayed my hips to the music as it played on the old radio and smiled. I quietly hummed as I wiped in circles and dunked the rag back into the water to start the routine over again. Today was slightly quiet in the marina. Nobody really came into the dock for gas and nobody really came in to buy a drink or anything. So I tried my best to keep myself occupied.

  "You're a great dancer," a deep English voice said behind me. I stood up straight and threw my rag into the air out of fright. I looked behind me and glared at Harry. "Don't do that to me!" I scolded him. "Sorry," he laughed as he picked up the rag off of the floor and handed it to me. "What are you doing here?" I asked sounding very panicky,"You know that my dad's here!" "I know, but I told you that I would see you didn't I?"

  I glared at him again and said,"Do you think that this is some kind of joke? My dad is going to catch you talking to me and-" "Don't worry about it," Harry said reaching towards my hand. Right on cue, my dad came through the door and he looked very surprised. He looked at me and then Harry and then back at me.

  "You must be Mr. Styles," he said scanning Harry from head to toe. Without hesitation, Harry replied. "Yes sir." My dad walked towards Harry and narrowed his eyes at him while Harry looked at him without any worry or fear. "How long have you been seeing Florence?" he asked him. Harry looked at me and I shrugged not knowing what to tell him. "I was just here to buy a Coke, sir," Harry said looking back at my dad.

  My dad studied Harry and Harry lifted an eyebrow. "I still need my Coke, Florence," Harry said looking over at me. "Oh," I said and rushed over to the fridge to get a Coke. I handed it to Harry and he gave me some money for it. I put it in the cash register while Harry lifted the Coke up sarcastically for my dad to see. I mentally facepalmed myself and didn't want to look to see what was going to happen next. 

  "Would you like to have dinner with us tonight?" my father asked. I raised my eyebrows in surprise and Harry said,"Wouldn't miss it." My dad nodded and then went out the door. "Harry! Are you insane?" I yelled as soon as my dad left. "What?" Harry said as he sipped his Coke. "You lied to my dad and you're coming over to dinner tonight! I mean, he's going to find out that I've been with you and-" "Does he not like me?" 

  I hesitated on telling Harry the truth, so I just bit my lip in response. "He doesn't want me around you, does he?" "No," I said blatantly. Harry smirked and said,"Why?" "He told me that you vandalised stuff and that you're just bad in general.." I drifted off. He sighed and said,"Well, I may not be good, but that's not always that bad." 

  I punched him in the arm and he laughed. "Sicko," I muttered under my breath. "So.. do you want me to come? Because I won't if you don't want me to." "I want you to come, because if my dad likes you, he'll allow me to 'hang out' with you," I said using air quotes. "So you want to," Harry said," 'hang out' with me?" He mocked me by using air quotes like I had earlier and I narrowed my eyes. "No," I replied.

  That was kind of true and kind of a lie, because of two reasons. One, even though I've been secretly talking to Harry, I'm still weary of being around him because of the things he has done. Two, everytime I'm around Harry, I feel different. I feel something that I've never felt before. I couldn't really explain it, but it was a mixture of fear, worry, happiness, freeness, and feeling alive. It was weird, but I couldn't stop yearning for the feeling.

  "Liar," he smirked. "Don't be so sure of yourself, asshole,"I laughed. He chuckled and said,"So you want me to go?" "Yeah," I replied. "But what do I wear?" he asked. I smiled and said,"You're best personality.. and not anything black or leather."