A Single Daffodil [Harry Styles]

He Ez Maravilloso.

On Tuesdays, I usually work a double shift at Jane's Flowers, meaning I would get there early in the morning, and then close up around eight o'clock. However, seeing as I finished all my orders before noon and there were practically no customers coming into the shop, Maggie let me off work five hours early. I planned on going over to Sophia's to complain even more about the brutish Brit who had me all out of sorts last night, but she was busy doing family things all day so I called up Jayden and decided to accompany him to his daily practice at the track. It didn't take long for me to start going off about my unfavorable run-in to him. I knew I could trust Jayden to take my side when I relayed the story to him, obviously because he was sane enough to do so. Sophia had a tendency to care less about how I felt in a weird situation and cared more about what the boy looked like, if he had bulging biceps, was he single, etc.

"Never liked the Brits." Jayden declared proudly. "How can they expect us to trust them ever again when they fabricated the biggest lie in history?"

"What lie is that, Jayden?" I asked, kicking another rock in front of me as we walked towards the main motocross racetrack.

Jayden stopped wheeling the dirt bike he was guiding between us, just to give me a pointed look. It was a look he usually reserved for Sophia. "Um, hello! Harry Potter!"

I threw my head back and laughed. "Still butthurt about not getting the acceptance letter on your 11th birthday?"

"You bet your ass I am."

"Weren't they the reason for the famine in Ireland, too?" I thought out loud after spying the cluster of freckles on the tip of his nose.

Jayden released an exaggerated, dramatic sigh. It was loud enough for his Irish ancestry to hear.

"Never liked the Brits." Jayden concluded again, shaking his head angrily.

We were about to walk out on the empty race track when we heard a car door slam shut and high-pitched yelling in the distance.

We didn't need to turn around to know it was Sophia yelling after us, but we turned to look anyways. She was a good distance behind us, undeniably struggling to run through the dirt and rocks in her high heels.

"Espéreme, por favor! Wait, wait!" She was aggressively waving a magazine over her head. She cursed in Spanish every time her ankle bent from the uneven surface. "Vita! We have to talk!-" Her ankle gave out again. "-Ay Cristo, do these people never heard of cement roads?"

"Aren't you suppose to be at a dinner with your family?" I inquired once Sophia finally reached us.

She was out of breath. "No-I mean yes, yes! That's not important." She raised a J-14 magazine in front of her, still heaving from her run. "I was at the family dinner, and I noticed my cousin reading this, yes? I realized something. When we talked about the boy you met with the curly hair on the phone last night, I forgot that One Direction ez also staying at the Four Seasons-"

"How do you even know that?" Jayden questioned, but she ignored him.

"That boy you met. At the Four Seasons. He was British, right?" Her eyes were wide with excitement, hoping whatever conclusion she came to was true.

"Yeah?" Jayden and I shared a confused look while Sophia violently swiped through the pages of the magazine.

When she settled on the page, she held it up to me. "Ez this him? The boy?"

I grabbed the magazine from her and stared at the page she doggy-eared with absolute terror. It was the British boy. He was standing next to four other guys, three of them I instantly recognized as the ones Sophia freaked out about at the Heat game last Sunday. In a loud hot pink font floating above them, the title read "ONE DIRECTION TELLS ALL! Shocking deetz about flirting, girls, and more!"

My anger got the best of me as I crumpled up the magazine and slammed it into the dirt, face down. I stomped my foot on his face, making sure to mush it into the ground further.

"I think that's a yes." Jayden said, watching my mini-tantrum in shock.

"That was him!" I exclaimed angrily. "What the hell!"

Sophia wasn't even phased by the fact that I destroyed the magazine. In fact, she was delighted. She started jumping up and down like a giddy schoolgirl, clapping her hands as she did so.

"Ah dios mio! This is amazing!" She cried out. "You talked to Harry Styles from One Direction!"

"Harry Who?" I immediately stopped myself, holding up my hand to Sophia. "No, you know what? Don't tell me. I don't care. Whoever he is, he sucks."

When Jayden revved up his bike, I made a beeline for the empty metal benches, with Sophia hot on my trail.

"No, no, no!" Sophia heckled me. "You must talk to him again, Vita. He ez maravilloso. Gorgeous!"

"Sophia," I said sternly. "the guy thought I was stalking him. He was condescending as fuck. I wanted to rip his curls out."

"Ah, no. Maybe you caught him on a bad day?" She offered. "Try and see him again!"

"I'd rather eat Haggis covered in dog shit for the rest of my life than to ever talk to that dickhead again."

Sophia huffed and muttered something in Spanish I couldn't understand. We stayed quiet while we watched Jayden drive up a hill and jump high in the air with his bike. He was only warming up before he'd start doing the front flips and backflips.

"I'm heading over to the arena in an hour for game two." I piped up. "Wanna come?"

"No." She said at first, just out of spite. I could tell she wanted to hold a grudge against me for not caring about meeting a celebrity, but after a second of picking at her nails she let out an aggravated sigh. "Ok fine, yes."

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