Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

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  My eyes opened slowly and fear crept into my mind. I was in a hospital bed at the moment and I felt like knives were plunging into my skin every time I moved the slightest bit. I looked around and saw nobody in the room with me. It was just me and the IVs that clung to my skin like a dependent child in need of its mother. I poked one of the IVs and I cringed at how bad it hurt. Yep, it's in there alright, I thought.

  All of a sudden a nurse with a glass of water walked in and smiled at me. "Oh good. You're awake,"she said as she set the glass on the table beside me. "What happened?" I asked. "You were in a car wreck, Hun." Car wreck. Car. Truck. Ashton! "Where's Ashton?" I said with worry creeping into my mind. "Ashton?" she asked sounding very clueless. "Where is Ashton? Ashton Irwin! He was in the car with me! I have to go find him!" I said getting up as fast as I could.

  The nurse held me down and shook her head. "Don't worry. He's okay. Miraculously, he lived and he didn't really get hurt. Just minor cuts and bruises.. Would you like me to go get him for you?" she asked. I nodded and she gave me one last sympathatic smile before she left the room. Right when she left, I heard a door slam and a man yell.

  "Where the hell is she?" "Sir, lower your voice," my nurse sccolded the outraged man. "I need to see her! Get out of my damn way!" "Sir, whoever you want to see can wait for you while you sit here in the waiting room silently." "I need to see Florence Valentine! The girl in the car accident! Now tell me where she is!" My eyes widened and I gasped. It was Harry.

  "Why is he here?" I mumbled under my breath. "Sir, wait here and Miss Valentine would love to see you in just a few minutes. Now, if you don't lower your voice, I'm going to have to call the authorities." With that, not another word was said from Harry. Not that I could hear anyway. At that moment, Ashton came in the door and I could tell that he was crying.

  "Florence,"He said before he rushed over to me and hugged me tight in his arms,"I'm so so so sorry. I can never forgive myself for hurting you. I was being a dumb prick and I know it. I'm so sorry. I should've watched and I should've paid attention-" "Ashy?" He looked up with red, swollen eyes and wet cheeks looking like I just died. "It's okay. I'm okay.. I think. What's wrong with me?" 

  He sat on the bed and held my hand in his. "You had a serious concussion and the glass cut you very badly. You lost a lot of blood. You went out cold because of shock.. And it was all my damn fault!" he cursed. "Ash.. it's okay. I promise." "You're lying! It's not okay! You are just trying to make me feel better, but it's making me feel worse!" he cried. I sighed and said,"Look, maybe I'm not in the best shape right now, but what makes me feel a lot better is that you are okay and not like me right now.. What time is it?"

  He looked at his watch and said,"Almost midnight.. You were out for a couple of hours. While you were out, they stitched the bad places up so that took a couple of more hours.. I'm so sorry. I will never forgive myself for this." "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm okay. Especially since I beat you at Guitar Hero tonight." A smile crept on his lips and he said,"I let you win." "No way! That was all me you ass!" I said punching him playfully in the arm. He chuckled and kissed my forehead.

  "Ashton? Is Harry out there?" "Yeah.. You could hear him couldn't you? Did he wake you? That son of a-" "Ashton, no. He didn't wake me up, but I could hear him." "Yeah well.. he seemed very worried about you. He barged through the door and started cursing and cursing. I'm lucky he didn't beat me up." "How did he know about me?" "I found your phone and called him."

  I nodded and sighed. "I shouldn't see him.. but I need to," I mumbled. "I'll get him for you," Ashton said getting up off of the bed. "Ashton?" He turned around and widened his eyes telling me to go on. "Is Aaron here too?" "He's with Michael, Luke, and Calum, but I'll tell them to come back tomorrow. Okay?" "Okay," I nodded. He gave me one last weak smile and went out the door.

  I sleepily looked out the window of the room and sighed. The city was alit with its lights and the cars never seemed to stop. Fort Lauderdale never seemed to sleep with the busyness on the streets and the traffic lights continuing to glow. You would expect it to be quiet and peaceful, but that was only on the outskirts of the city. Otherwise, where Harry lived. That's where my family lived too. We lived not right on the beach, but a little ways away from it where we could still smell the ocean breeze and hear the waves crash on the sand if it was quiet enough.

  In a matter of seconds, I heard the door handle shake and I looked to see Harry with his right shoulder pressed against the door frame. His face was very red with anger and his hair was messily stuffed into a beanie. He had a hoodie on with some sweatpants and a pair of flip flops. He looked very irate and sympathetic at the same time. He stood there staring at me as I did the same not knowing what to say.

  After a minute or two, Harry finally closed the door and made his way to my bed sitting down when he got there making the bed dip slightly. "I thought you wanted me to stay away from you. Why did you come back for me?" "I said that you had to stay away. I never said that I had to," he said in a raspy voice. "But why do you still care about me? I mean-" "I never said that I cared,"he said sharply. "Then why are you here, Harry?"

  He stared at my lips and then slowly brought his gaze to my eyes. "Because I'm addicted." He slowly brought his lips closer to mine to the point where I could feel his body heat radiating off of him. His breath smelled like nicotine and liquor which only made the urge to kiss him even stronger. I brought my hand to his hair and twisted a strand of his curls around my finger gently. He brought his hand under my neck and pulled my lips to his.

  Before my lips were on his, his full, soft lips grazed over mine making my heart flutter. My breathing hitched and I swallowed nervously. "Harry, I can't do this," I said turning my head to the side away from him. "Why not?" he asked sitting back up. "I'm not even allowed to see you and I was about to kiss you. Do you know how wrong that is?" "You weren't supposed to see me before and you kissed me.. Twice." "I know, but- you don't even love me."

  He bit his lip and looked down at the floor. "Okay, I see what you're saying,"he said. I nodded and said,"Why did you lie to me?" He shot his gaze over to me and said,"What do you mean?" "You told me you were majoring in mathematics, but you got a partial scholarship for music," I explained. "How did you find that out?" "Zayn," I replied. He rolled his eyes and was about to say something, but then stopped himself.

  "Okay, I lied because I just wanted to impress your father. I mean, you heard what he said about writing! I just couldn't tell him the truth, because I knew what he wanted and that was a smart guy. Florence, I'm not a smart guy," he said twiddling his thumbs looking ashamed. "In my opinion, I perfer guys with a cool ambition rather than a smart mouth,"I grinned. He smirked and looked up at me. "Really?" I nodded and his smile grew larger making his dimples show.

  "Does music make you happy?" He nodded and said,"Yeah. It does." "Do you love it?" "More than anything else in the world,"he grinned. I smiled at how enthusiastic he got when he talked about music. "What does it feel like to be in love with something?" He bit his lip and thought for a moment before he answered. "It feels like you are so infatuated with it and you can't get it off your mind. You just want to come back to that thing, because it's always there for you when you need it the most." I nodded and bit my lip not wanting to ask my next question.

  "What about with someone?"