Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

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The doorbell rang and I gasped at the sound. I looked over at my clock and saw that it was six,(the exact time I told Harry to be there). I finished putting on my lipstick quickly and walked down the stairs seeing that Harry was at the door with my father talking to him. I saw his eyes gaze up at me and then turn back to my father and then back at me quickly. His emerald eyes blazed into my own brown ones and I blushed as I made my way down the steps.

I made my way towards my dad and he looked at me smiling sweetly. "You look pretty," my father said. "Thank you," I quietly said looking at Harry. My eyes widened as soon as I got a good look at him. My stomach was filled with butterflies and I couldn't process a thought when I first saw Harry. At that moment, I felt very self-conscious, more than usual, and I didn't know why.

Harry had a tight, white Rolling Stones t-shirt with some jeans and dirty white converse sneakers on his lean, muscular body. Through the shirt, I could tell that he had many tattoos that turned me on. His brunette hair was slicked back with a little bit of gel and I could smell the mint and nicotine radiating off of him. And to impress my father, he even took out his piercings, which disappointed me, but I knew he only wanted to make my father like him.

"Flora?" my dad said waving in front of my eyes. "Huh?" I said shaking out my thoughts. "Would you like to get some dinner?" he said. "Oh yeah.. uh-come in," I said to Harry. He smirked and followed my father and I into the dining room. Harry and I sat down next to each other while my father left to go get the food.

"You look very sexy, Florence," Harry whispered with his lips grazing my ear as he spoke. His words sent chills down my spine and I swallowed hard. "Stop doing that," I said back softly. "Doing what?" he asked. "Trying to make me like you, because that's not going to happen," I said nervously. I looked over at him and he raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know what you're-" "You know exactly what I'm talking about.. You try to seduce women into.. you know what I mean." I said tucking a strand of hair behind my ear,"Listen Harry, I like you. But I will never like you in that way." He scanned my face with his eyes and he bit his lip. "We'll see about that," he whispered.

At that moment, Aaron came into the room and saw Harry and looked very confused. "Who's this dude?" he asked. "Harry, this is my little brother, Aaron. Aaron, this is Harry," I said introducing the two. Aaron shook his hand and Harry smiled at him. "It's nice to meet you," Harry said warmly. "You too,"Aaron replied politely. Aaron made his way to his seat on the other side of the table and looked at the both of us.

"Are you two dating or something, because that would be weird considering that you've known each other for about a week," Aaron said narrowing his eyes. "No," we both said in unison. He raised an eyebrow suspiciously and shrugged it off. My dad came in the room with the food and took a seat at the end of the table.

"Shall we say grace?" my dad asked. We all joined hands and bowed our heads. As my hand met Harry's, the butterflies continued to multiply. "Dear Lord, thank you for this food you have bestowed upon us." My father said,"Bless this food to our bodies and bless it to thy service. In Your name I pray, Amen." "Amen," we all said in unison.

As we put steamy food on our plates, I saw my father eyeballing Harry in my peripheral vision. "So Harry," My father started,"Are you in college at the moment?" "Yes sir," Harry replied. "That's good.. What are you majoring in?" "Mathematics sir." I looked over at Harry and gave him an approving look. He raised his eyebrows up and down making a laugh escape my lips.

"College was a great place for me. Lots of parties and a lot of girls, yeah?" my father smiled at Harry. I looked over at Harry and he was about to say something, but instead just smiled and gave my father a slight nod. "Do you like to party, Harry?" Harry bit his lip and said,"Yes sir." I looked down at my food and moved it around with my fork nervously at what was going to happen in this conversation.