Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

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  "Someone? I haven't been in love with someone," Harry replied shaking his head. "Zayn told me about Valerie," I said. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip and looked away from me. I heard slight mumbling before he returned his attention to me. "I don't want to talk about it, okay? It was a terrible time for me and I hate every single moment I shared with that girl. I hate her," he said in anger. "No, you don't hate her or the times you shared with her. You just hate what she did to you," I said in almost a whisper.

  "I do hate her. I mean what I say," he said standing up and walking over to the window. He folded his arms and looked out the window as his breath fogged up the glass slightly. After a moment or two I said,"Can you just tell me what it was like? What it felt like?" "Why do you want to know?" "I've never felt it before.. Just curious." I could see that his face softened a little bit and he placed his tongue between his teeth.

  "Being in love with someone means that you would do anything for that person. Like, waking up at eleven o'clock at night, getting in your car, and rushing to the one that you love. Avoiding every obstacle that gets in your way.. Being in love with someone means that you have this feeling deep inside that no one could explain. Being in love with someone means that even when you fight, you can't help but to come back.. That's what it means. But love is stupid and pointless. People leave you anyway, am I right?" 

  He turned around and stared at me. My heart was jumping slightly at what Harry just said. Is he in love with me?, I thought. He couldn't be though, because he was a punk that listened to rock while I was the straight 'A' student that listened to soft alternative music. We were so different, yet so alike. Either way, Harry couldn't be in love with me. He hated me. But what puzzled me was that why he was here. Why was Harry there standing in front of me while I was in a hospital bed? Why would he care?

  "Harry?" I said. "I have to go," he said walking toward the door. Right when his hand reached the door knob, I stopped him. "Don't go," I said. He stood there with his hand on the door knob contemplating whether he should leave me or not. "You hate me, don't you? Why do you want me to stay?" "Harry, if I hated you, you wouldn't be here right now," I said. He straightened up his posture and I saw him inhale deeply. "Good bye, Florence." With that, he stepped out the door leaving me alone in the empty room with the deafening silence.

~*~

  "Do you need anything?" my dad asked as he got his keys off of the coffee table. "No thanks. I'm good," I said situating the blanket wrapped around me. "Call me if you need me,"my dad said before he left. I lifted the cup of tea from the coffee table and took a sip making my throat feel ten times better than it was before. With my hands wrapped around the warm mug, I switched the channel over to a rerun of Glee.

  All of a sudden, my phone buzzed and I looked at the caller i.d. It was Harry. I answered the call and said,"Why are you calling?" "Just wondering what you're doing,"Harry replied. "Well, I'm watching Glee and feeling miserable. It's been really boring for the past three days. My dad hasn't let me do anything since the accident," I said. "Well, I was just wondering if maybe you would like t-to um.. go out tonight? Uh, I mean if you don't feel up to it, I can come to you or I don't have to come at all. I-"

  "That would be wonderful actually, but I don't know how I will get by the warren," I laughed softly. As soon as I finished my sentence, Aaron came into the room and smirked. "Is Harry asking you out?" he said. "No, he's just asking if I wanted to do something with him. How could you hear anyway?" I replied. "I didn't, but I knew just what you were talking about when you said, 'I don't know how I will get by the warren',"Aaron said using air quotes. 

  "He's isn't asking me out," I protested. "Yes I am, Florence,"Harry said over the other line. My heart stopped, but in the good way and I smiled. "Put Harry on speaker,"Aaron demanded. I did as he commanded and placed the phone on the coffee table. "Listen Harry, I'm going to get Flo outta here for you, but it's going to cost ya,"Aaron said. "Cost me what exactly?" Harry said with humor in his tone.

  Aaron thought for a minute and he smiled gazing over at me. "You have to keep my sister happy like you have been. If you keep doing that, I'll keep sneaking her out. Deal?" I beamed at Aaron as we heard Harry over the other line. "Deal," he replied. "Sweet. Now, I'm going to go eat and devise a plan to get you out of here Flo. Go get ready," Aaron comanded as he made a beeline to the kitchen. "Okay," I laughed as I put the phone off speaker.

  "Your little brother is amazing," Harry said. "I know.. He's awesome." I replied smiling,"Now where are you taking me?" "Can't tell, but just dress up a little bit. That's all I'm going to tell you. I'll pick you up in about an hour and a half,"he said. "Okay see you then," I said before I hung up. I opened my closet door and frowned to see nothing to my liking.

  Then I made my way to a dress that I fancied a lot. It had lace that covered the shoulders and a nice nude color that finished the dress. Originally when I first bought it, the dress went right above my knees, but now it made its way to my mid thigh. I smiled and carefully laid the dress down as I picked out a pair of nude pumps that I got before school ended. I put them at the end of the bed and rushed to the shower without trying to hurt myself.

  I was still very sore from the accident and looked like a trainwreck with all of the scabs and bruises that decorated my face and body. I couldn't believe that I was going out with Harry, but it was the perfect time since my dad was out of the house and that Aaron was going to keep it that way until I got back. I mean, even though it hurt to take a step sometimes, I wouldn't miss going out with Harry. It was bizarre considering that I hated him with my whole being just a couple of weeks ago and now I'm going out on a date with him. I didn't understand it.

  When I got out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around me and dried my hair. Once I finished, I put on my dress and slipped on my shoes without toppling over, (which I was very satisfied about). Then I curled the ends of my hair and put on some light makeup that could be seen, but was not caked on. I made my way to my jewelry box and put some earrings in my ears and I clasped a delicate golden necklace around my neck.

  "Flora!" Aaron called. "Coming!" I replied as I quickly grabbed some money and my phone and stuffed it in a small purse. I hung onto the railing of the stairs until my knuckles turned white so that I wouldn't tumble head first. When I successfully walked down the stairs without injuring myself, I saw Aaron playing on his phone. "Is he here?" I asked. "No not yet," he replied without looking up.

  I sat down on the couch next to him and said,"I want to thank you for this." He looked up and locked his phone as he said,"No problem.. Everything is going to be okay. I'm going to distract Dad for as long as I can, but if I can't any longer I'll call you." "Thanks.. You're the best little bro ever," I said hugging him. "I know, I know. Now get off of me!" he said struggling his way out of my grasp. I giggled slightly at him when all of the sudden the doorbell rang.

  "I'll get it,"he said. He walked over to the door and I followed him. When he opened the door I almost fell back in shock. Harry stood there in a white button down shirt with some stone washed jeans without any holes in them. He had a pair of black desert boots and had his dark brown hair slicked back. He kept his piercings in, which I liked, and wore a cocky smirk that made me melt every time.

  "You look amazing,"he said as he scanned me from head to toe. I blushed and smiled a small smile as he softly intertwined my fingers with his. "Okay, so when do I need to have her back by?" Harry asked. "As long as I can keep my dad out of the house. I'll call Flo,"Aaron answered. "Sweet. Thanks, Mate,"Harry said as he shook his hand. We stepped down the front steps together to Harry's car until Aaron interuppted us. "Harry?" Harry looked back and raised his eyebrows for him to go on. "Don't get too handsy with my sister."