Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

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"Are you feeling any better?" Harry asked as soon as we sat down. "Sort kinda. I mean, it still hurts to move, but by this point I can manage," I said as I sat down across from him. "I shouldn't have taken you here. Let's go back to my place,"Harry said starting to get up out of his seat. "No, Harry. I'm fine really. Being here is making me feel ten times better. I've been craving to do something like this for the longest time." Harry nodded and sat back down giving me a sympathetic look.

I was astonished at the place where Harry took me. It was a very extravagant restaurant with nice silverware, low lighting, and a little candle in the middle of every table. The aroma in the restaurant had many smells that I couldn't point out. It was one of the very few nice restaurants that I had ever experienced. It was something that I would never expect of Harry that was for sure. Harry seemed like he would take a girl out to a bar and get drunk, but instead he brought me to a lovely restaurant with sweet smelling champagne.

As I idly observed the restaurant, a waitress came to our table. She looked fairly young, more like Harry's age, and had nice blonde hair that reached her mid back. She was very skinny like a supermodel and had sunkissed skin. She also had a tight white shirt that showed a little too much cleavage for my liking, but apparently not enough for Harry. Harry had a look of lust on his face and he smirked at her. I felt my cheeks get hot and I bit my tongue not wanting to remark on his behavior.

"Hey I'm Chelsea and I'll be serving you tonight. Now what can I get you to drink?" she asked with her pen and pad in hand. "Can I have a be-" Harry started until he looked at me,"I'll have a water." "Same,"I replied. "Alright, I'll be back in a few.. You look nice by the way,"Chelsea complimented motioning over to Harry. "So do you,"he winked back. She giggled flirtatiously before she left and I started to nervously scratch my thigh.

I rolled my eyes and said,"You are unbelievable." "What did I do?" he asked. "You clearly were flirting with her!" I said narrowing my eyebrows. "No I wasn't," Harry said rolling his eyes. "I saw the way you looked at her! You even winked at her!" I said. "What does that have to do with anything?" "That's flirting, Harry!" "Call the police,"Harry said sarcastically. "You are currently on a date with me and you are flirting with another girl! That's so wrong!" "Sorry for thinking that she was fit."

My heart dropped slightly and I brushed a piece of hair out of my face. At that moment, I felt very insecure and embarrassed. I sat there awkwardly covering my stomach with my arms looking down at my thighs. I was so disgusted with myself and I always have been. Ever since I was in the first grade, I started to hate myself. It shouldn't matter to someone so little, but it happened to me. When I got into middle school, the girls started to bully me from then on until the end of high school. It got so bad, that I started to get bulimia. Mostly because I cried so hard. As the years went by, my hatred for myself got worse.

I was always so self-conscious about my body and hated it. Harry's remark only made it worse considering that the waitress was the total opposite of me. She had thick, blonde hair while I had fine, brunette hair. She had dazzling green eyes while I had pathetic brown ones. She had a thigh gap while my thighs looked like boulders compared to her's. And she had a nice skinny body while mine seemed humongous. I felt like tearing up then and there, but I swallowed down the knot in my throat and stood my ground.

"If I was, you wouldn't have been doing that," I whispered sadly. I sighed and scratched my leg harder making my nails leave red marks on my skin. I looked away from Harry's eyes and bit my lip trying not to break down. I looked back up at him and gave a fake smile hoping to get on with the dinner. "Anyway, um-thanks for taking me out,"I said taking in a shaky deep breath.

It looked like a wave of guilt washed over his face and he nodded. There was a moment of silence until Harry broke it. "Look I didn't mean it that way," Harry said. "Yes you did.."I drifted off,"Harry, why are you here?" "What do you mean?" "You should be off with prettier girls than me. Having fun.. I'm just holding you back. I mean, why do you care about me? Ever since you were eighteen you've been hooking up with different girls, but why do you want to be tied down to someone like me?"

"I never said that I wanted to be tied down,"he said. "Then what do you want? My virginity?" I said feeling anger rush through my veins. He looked away and didn't reply making my heart stop. "That's what I thought,"I said getting up and starting to walk away. "Flo wait a second,"he said grabbing my hand. "What?" I hissed. "I don't know what I want.. Just sit back down please." I hesitantly walked back over to the table and sat back down as he commanded.

"Look, I don't know what I want. I'm confused right now, okay?" he said with his green eyes blazing into mine. "What is there to be confused about?" I asked. "I don't know. It's just that I've only known you for such a short time and I keep coming back to you. I don't know why.. Why did you kiss me right off the bat when you haven't kissed anyone before?" "Because.. I don't know! I just did!" "Exactly,"he retorted.

Just then Chelsea came back and gave us my drink. When she gave Harry his, she purposely bent over showing the clevage that she had. Harry tried his best not to look for my sake and when the waitress straightened up, she frowned slightly and then gave me a glare before she walked away. "Slut,"I coughed. She then came rushing back and put her hand on her hip giving me a dirty look.

"What did you just say?" she said in her irratating voice. "Oh me? Well, I was just saying to my friend over here that your soup is to die for,"I said with the menu in my hand batting my eyelashes. She huffed and said,"Funny, because it sounded like you said-" "What?" I interuppted. "Slut,"she replied. I gasped and put my hand on my chest as I said,"Did you just call me a slut? Where is your manager?"

Harry had a look of complete utter shock, but a smirk appeared on his lips. A chuckle soon escape his lips and the waitress glared at Harry making him hide his face behind the menu as he continued to laugh. At this point a couple of tables and waitors were staring at us making Chelsea's face turn red. "This isn't over," she said as she started to walk away. "Oh Honey, I think it is.." I said picking at my fingernails,"And oh, Chelsea?" She turned around on her heels and came back folding her arms gritting her teeth together. "It's not looking like you'll be recieving a tip tonight considering that you were trying to flirt with my friend the dirty way," I smiled innocently.

"Whatever,"she said before she left. Right when she was out of sight, Harry let all of his laughter that he was trying to contain free. "That was awesome, Flo. I didn't know you could do that!" I shrugged and smiled at an approving Harry. "I didn't watch Mean Girls for nothing," I giggled. He laughed and bit his lip making butterflies appear in my stomach.

"We should watch that together sometime," Harry said as he took a sip of his water. "You like Mean Girls?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "I don't know. I've never seen it before, but Perrie, Eleanor, and Sophia always rave about it," Harry shrugged. I giggled and said,"'Cause it's sort of a girly movie. I would much rather watch the Breakfast Club anyway.. Who's Sophia by the way?"

"Sophia is Liam's girlfriend. She's really sweet you should meet her and the girls sometime," Harry replied. "I've met Eleanor and Perrie already. They're awesome, but I can't wait to meet Sophia." He smiled and gazed down at my hand that was resting on the wooden table. He slowly brought his large tattooed hand from up under the table and placed it close to mine. His fingers moved like he wanted to reach my hand, but he restrained himself from getting any closer to me.

I smiled at how Harry seemed so nervous rather than his usual cocky self and I started to tap my fingertips against the table to the beat of the music in the background. Harry's eyes soon met mine and he smirked looking back down at his hand. He soon joined in with me and a soft laugh escaped his lips. Soon enough, Harry began to hit the sides of his fingers like drum sticks against the table while I pretended to play the piano. We both started to laugh as we played along until too many people started to stare.

We looked around at the disapproving strangers and bit our tongues trying not to laugh like we did in our previous loud state. "We are such dorks," Harry whispered. "I agree." We whisper-laughed again and we suddenly stopped we our eyes met each other's. Harry's prideful smirk melted on his lips and continued to stare at the dazzling emeralds that were his eyes.

His hand finally engulfed mine and his warmth invaded my hand into my body giving me chills. "Do you still not believe in love, Florence?" Even his words made goosebumps arise on my skin. "No," I said blatantly still gazing into his eyes. His fingers untangled from mine and gently grazed up my arm up to my neck and then to my chin. I took a shaky breath in and then released as his eyes continued to captivate me. "I'll make you believe."