Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

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"So that's what happened," I said sniffling a little bit. "So just so we're clear.. You lied to your father about seeing Harry, Harry told your father to take his head out of his ass, and you aren't allowed to see him again even though you weren't supposed to before," Michael said trying to connect the dots. "Yep," I said eating one of my fries. "In Harry's defense, you father shouldn't have cornered him like that," Ashton said.

Every one of the boys looked at Ashton and Ashton shrugged. "What?" he said. "I thought you didn't like him," Calum said. "Yeah, you called him a prick," Luke chimed in. "I'll support Flo and her decisions, okay? It was wrong of me not to in the first place," Ashton explained. Calum, Michael, and Luke shrugged it off and continued speaking.

"That's a lot in one night," Calum said. I nodded and he put one of his hands around mine. "So what're you going to do?" Luke asked. "I don't know. He hasn't even texted me or called me once since last night.. He's upset and I am too," I said quietly. "You have to see him again," Ashton said. "Why?" "Because when I first met you, you were very shy, Flo. You were and you had all these walls built up. I've been waiting for years to see somebody tear them down and.. I think Harry's your guy."

I paused and looked at Ashton frowning slightly. What if he is?, I thought. We all heard a door slam at that moment and we saw a tall man come out of the restaurant's building with a black beanie and a black apron. The man held a large black container in his hand and attended to a table with many dirty dishes. As he looked off into the distance, I noticed that he had dark, green eyes that I knew belonged to Harry.

He looked over at me solemnly and then looked away putting the dishes into the container. "Is that Harry?" Michael asked. I nodded and continued to stare at him. I watched him as the muscles in his arms contracted to put away the dishes. I guess he saw me staring at him, because right when he finished cleaning the table, he made his way toward us.

"Hey," he greeted. "Hey," I returned. "Do you mind if I talk to you?" he asked. I hesitated, but Calum nudged me. I looked over at him and he mouthed to me,"Talk to him.. Don't worry about your father." I nodded and got up out of my chair. I followed Harry as he set down the bin of dishes on a table and he led me down the steps to the beach. I walked right next to him as we started to walk down the beach.

"I know I shouldn't be talking to you, but I just want to say something," Harry said. I hummed for him to go on and he said,"I'm truly sorry about my behavior last night.. I just-I don't like talking about myself." "Why not?" He sighed and said,"Because I'm ashamed of myself and I.. I just don't, okay? But that's not my point.. My point is, I'm sorry I'm not going to be good enough for you and-"

"But you are good enough for me!" I exclaimed. He stopped walking and he furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm not, Flora.. I'm not! I'm the worst guy out there and you are the best girl I have ever seen in my life! You always obey your father, you do what your told, and you're so afraid to do bad things! Well, I'm the complete opposite of you and maybe your father is right! Just stay away from me before I hurt you.. Because I will."

"Harry, maybe we've fought a little bit here and there, but I know well enough that you aren't going to hurt me." "How do you know that?" "Because.. I don't know! I don't know, Harry, but I do know that I trust you." "Why do you trust me? Why, Florence? I don't understand, because I am the least trustworthy person out there!"

I ran a hand through my hair and looked out at the light setting the waves on fire with its bright glow. "Tell me!" Harry demanded. "Because you are the person I've been waiting for!" I yelled. He looked very confused so I continued. "Harry, ever since my mother died.. I've done horrible things to myself. I went into depression, built up walls.." That was when I started to cry, hard. "I've done other things that I wish I wouldn't have done, but I did and I am so ashamed of myself for doing them. From the night I found out that she had died, I waited for someone or something to pull me out of my misery.. Someone to make me happy again.

"Then I met Ashton and Luke and everybody.. but to be honest with you, you make me feel something that I can't explain! From the first time I met you, you made me feel something different! You made me feel free and alive and you have shown me things that I never would've seen in my life. You've shown me wonders and amazing things.. Harry, you mean a lot to me and I want to be with you! I want you to show me things! I want.. I want you."

Harry looked away from me and over at the sun hitting the water like I had seen earlier. "You can't have me, because I don't deserve you. You deserve so much more than me. You deserve a man who is a straight 'A' student, who doesn't work in a cheesy beach restaurant, who doesn't have tattoos and piercings, and who isn't a dirtbag like me!"

He reached over to my cheek and rubbed the tears off of my face. "I'm sorry, but.. don't come near me again," he said before he walked back to the restaurant. "But why, Harry?" I yelled. He stopped in his tracks and I saw him clenching his fists. "You know why!" he yelled back walking toward me. "I feel like this isn't about my father.." I drifted off.

He looked away from my gaze as the mid-day wind whipped through his hair. "I have too many demons drowning me and I don't want for you to save me." I narrowed my eyebrows slightly as the tears continued to fall one by one. "But what if I could?" He stared back into my eyes making me melt and he crossed his arms. "Impossible."

He walked back to the restaurant and I felt like a part of me had left forever. I collapsed onto the beach and looked out at the golden sand. I picked up a handfull of sand and I let it sift through my fingers. As I did this, I felt anger towards my father and whoever made Harry like this. I wanted to scream at them and hurt them for hurting such a guy.

Harry seemed like a whole different person when he was speaking to me. He seemed so insecure about himself and his self-esteem seemed so low. There was no one to blame, but my father as I know of for making him like this. Making him feel like he wasn't good enough for me. It was too bad he went out of town today to visit my brother in New York, or else I would've yelled at him. Screamed at him. Would've told him how he changed Harry and how I was so disappointed in him.

"Flo?" I looked up and saw Ashton looking down at me. "Did something wrong happen, because when Harry came back we saw him kick a chair over, flip a table, and he started to cuss a lot," Ashton said as he sat down next to me. "He kept telling me that he wasn't good enough for me.. Maybe I wasn't good enough for him," I said. "No, that's not true. You're the best person out there, Flo," Ashton said reassuring me.

I sighed and said,"I don't know, Ash. It just seems like I'm not Harry's type. I'm not slutty enough for him or something.. I don't know,"I said hanging my head. "Listen, I like you just the way you are. I couldn't imagine you being slutty. If you did become slutty, good luck trying to find a new friend," Ashton chuckled. "So you would leave me that quickly?" I said raising an eyebrow.

He smiled down at me and put an arm around my shoulders. "Want to know a secret?" "Sure." "I would never in a million years leave you.. Even if you did turn out to be a slut,"Ashton whispered in my ear. "I'm touched," I said sarcastically. Ashton laughed his dorky laugh and squeezed my shoulders slightly. I put my head on his shoulder and he kissed the top of my head.

"I think you could use a little pick-me-up, yeah?" Ashton said. I nodded and he let go of my shoulders. He got up off the ground, dusted himself off, and stuck out a hand to me to help me up. I grabbed his hand and he lifted me off the ground. As we started to walk, he wrapped his fingers around mine and stared ahead.

"So where do you think we should go?" he asked. "Uhh.. Somewhere fun. Your choice,"I said. "I know the perfect place."