A Single Daffodil [Harry Styles]

A Little One on One Affair.

"Open these doors right fucking now." I spoke through gritted teeth as I shook the handles to the double doors of the private room. "Or so help me God, Sophia Francis Jones, I will go Muhammad Ali on your Columbian ass."

The minute I spotted Harry Styles waiting for me in the private room of the River Rock restaurant, Sophia acted quickly. She pushed me into the room, heaved the doors shut and locked them before I could even blink.

"Oh Honey, please. Don't threaten me with a good time." She giggled from the other side of the door. "You'll thank me later for this. Trust me."

"Sorry, Vita. She made me do it!" I heard Jayden call nervously through the door. He was in on it too. I couldn't believe it.

"Our friendship is terminated. Do you hear me? TERMINATED." I seethed, trying to jiggle the double doors open again. No such luck.

"So how did they get you here, then?" Harry Styles's British accent questioned behind me. Suddenly, I felt very embarrassed. I was left alone with him in this tiny private room, in this way too tight dress. "I have to say I'm intrigued. Judging by the mass of anger you're demonstrating, you had no idea I was going to be here."

I released my death grip off the handles of the double doors and slowly turned around. As I watched him bat his eyelashes innocently in my direction, I realized I was officially on a date with him against my own will. There had to be something illegal in the books about this sort of arrangement. This was America for God's sake.

"A fundraiser for dying babies." I muttered, throwing a glare at the double doors. I can't believe I didn't catch onto their lying asses sooner.

"Wow." Harry had his arms hidden behind his back while he spoke. "That's a little extreme."

Says the boy who just forced me into going on a date with him.

"Care to sit?" He offered politely, now reaching out for one of the empty chairs at the table.

"No, I wouldn't care to do anything." But I walked towards him and the table anyways. I dropped my tiny black clutch on the table and sat down in a huff. It was hard to act all kicking-and-screaming about the whole affair in this skin tight dress. "Just so you know, I'm going through with this under extreme protest."

Harry grinned, taking the seat opposite me. "Sophia said you would."

"Okay, yeah, what the hell, by the way? How did you two nitwits figure out this whole kidnapping scheme?" I had to ask because I was really curious.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" His every syllable flirted. I let my eyes drift down to his unbuttoned shirt, only for a moment, to spot all the tattoos on his chest.

I quickly looked back up at his smiling eyes, now feeling flustered. Be better, Vita. 

"Tell me, or I'll stab you in the neck with this steak knife."

Harry laughed at my threat. "Alright easy, Shawshank. After you took the call at work, Sophia told me to be at this restaurant tonight, 6:30 sharp, and she handled the rest."

God damn that fierce, Columbian bitch.

"I feel so very betrayed." I sighed, woefully reaching for the menu in front of me. "Alright. Let's get this stupid thing over with."

"Excellent." Harry was delighted with himself, picking up his own menu. "I have to admit, you might want to go easy on me tonight. It's been a while since I've been on a date."

I gazed at Harry with narrow eyes over the top of my menu. "What do you consider a while? A week? A day? What?"

"Try a year and four months."

I lowered my menu slightly to offer him a strange look. "Really?"

He looked up from his own menu and smiled. "Why is that so hard to believe?"

Because you're insanely attractive and rich and famous and there's no way in hell you haven't dated anyone in over a year.

"I guess it's not that hard to believe. You are pretty annoying." I pointed out. "And stalker-ish."

"See, that's why I'm attracted to you!" Harry laughed at my pseudo funny remark.

I went rigid the minute the words he spoke registered in my brain. For the first time since being here, my cheeks didn't turn red with anger, but bright pink, in a blushing sort of way.

"Say what now?" I cleared my throat, trying to hold onto my game face. I could feel it slipping.

"Well, ye know, you've been nothing but...unkind since we've met-"

"That's not true!" I immediately protested.

"You called me a Dickwad the other day!" He immediately countered. "And you called my nose stupid and dumb."

I sunk back into my seat. He was right. "That's not...entirely true, then."

Harry grinned, pushing his menu to the side with his elbow so he could lean forward. I got a better view of his killer jawline. God, he really won the gene lottery with that one. "But I like it, strangely enough. No girl has ever been so crude and ghastly towards me in my life. Is it any wonder why I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since?"

"Hmm." I hummed, sitting up straight and pretending like this wasn't affecting me at all while I stared at the menu. Truth was, I've been stuck on the word 'Appetizers' the whole time I've been here, and I was internally, freaking out. I wanted to tell him I've never met a guy who's been so forward about how they felt, but I wasn't about to give him that satisfaction. "Well, someone has to put you in your place."

He leaned back into his chair, still wearing an amused grin as he tried to read my expression. "See, even now, after I've told you I'm attracted to you and I haven't stopped thinking about you, you act like I didn't say anything provoking at all."

No, no. I'm freaking out alright. My palms are sweating, my heart is racing. I'm just really good at hiding it.

"I like to keep things interesting." I replied with a lazy shrug. I thanked my lucky stars that my voice didn't falter towards the end. That happened when I was really nervous.

After that, a waiter appeared out of a door behind Harry, which I didn't notice before, and brought out two glasses of water. I took a sip immediately, becoming aware of my mouth feeling very dry. Harry told the waiter we needed a few more minutes before we ordered and the waiter was gone in a flash.

"So. Tell me Vita things, then." Harry's eyes twinkled with amusement. He was fully aware that he was wearing me down. I was even more aware of it, and I hated it. "So far, the only things I know about you are, you like flowers, making death threats, and the Miami Heat."

I almost choked on my fourth sip of water. Did he know I was the coach's daughter? "Wait. How did you know that I liked the Heat?"

"You were wearing their jersey when you came back to fix the flowers at the hotel."

Oh. Duh. I was wearing Lebron's jersey because I left the game early to clean up his mess.

"Maybe I can take you to one of their games sometime?" He smiled.

And that's when I laughed. Really hard. "Oh God, Harry. You have no idea who I'm related to, do you?"

That startled him. Finally. Now I held the element of surprise.

"I can't say that I do." He said, his left eyebrow raised with integument. "Am I supposed to?"

No, I suppose not. He was, after all, not from this country.

Instead of answering his question, I pulled out my phone to check the time. If we left now, we could probably still get into the arena before it closed.

"Do you have a car?"