A Single Daffodil [Harry Styles]

How I Met Bridgette.

Early Summer mornings were always the easiest to wake up to in South Beach. The dazzling sun peaked through the sheer curtains that swayed faintly beneath the ceiling fan. The sound of the slow, careless breeze rustled through the palm trees outside my windows and if you were to stay awfully still, held your breath, and listened very carefully, you could catch the subtle cries of the seagulls above--

"Wow, you're the worst sleep kicker in the world." Harry stirred in the spot next to me, stretching his arms above his head. "What were you trying to do? Play in the FIFA cup?"

"I'll show you FIFA cup!" I exclaimed, shifting underneath my sheets to kick Harry's legs with mine.

He immediately retaliated, grabbing my wrists as he tried to kick me back. Every time I tried to give him a swift kick in the shin, the sheets would ward off the blow by restricting.

"You're not even remotely close to bending it like Beckham, Vita!" Harry laughed as I continued to try to kick him. "Whoa hey! Watch it! You'll kick the ankle spanker!"

I immediately stopped thrashing underneath the sheets and stared at him. "The what!?"

Harry smirked. "The ankle spanker! Because, yeh know, it goes all the way down to-"

"Oh my God, quit. Quit now. Quit forever." I moaned. "You're vile!"

"You didn't think I was vile last night." He hummed. His hands traveled underneath the sheets and found my waist. He easily pulled me into him, and placed his tender lips on my jawline, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck.

Yes, Harry stayed the night. Again.

But this time it didn't totally suck, and he wasn't crazy off a mixture of cough syrup and alcohol either.

After we made up outside Jane's Flower Shop last night, we did a lot of making out. In the rain. No, scratch that, in the thunderstorm. At some point, I couldn't find anything romantic about the lightning that was threatening to strike us, so I reluctantly pulled away from our insane kissing session, and invited him to my place. After twenty minutes of shoving my bicycle into the backseat of his waiting Range Rover, stealing more kisses, and driving through 15 feet deep puddles, we finally arrived back at my house. We were completely soaked to the bone, and the collective sneezing and shivering between the two of us was so incredibly unromantic. After stripping off our wet shoes by the front door, I offered him Jayden's old shorts and a basketball jersey while I put our clothes in the dryer.

And while that went down, we made out some more.

"What do you want to do today?" Harry leaned his head against his propped up hand as he looked down at me with a playful smile. He reached out for one of my blonde curls and started twirling it around his finger. I died a little inside.

"You don't have to record today?" I asked.

He shook his head. "I have the day off."

I grinned and curled up closer to him. "How strange, unusual, and delightfully ideal, because I have today off too!"

He chuckled and tugged lightly on my hair. "Okay, Dr. Seuss, what's on the agenda then?"

I tapped my index finger against my bottom lip as I mulled over our options. Harry watched me, a look of amusement on his face. "I may or may not have a couple of ideas." I finally said. "But first! We get coffee!"

It took a lot of convincing to get Harry out of bed, mostly because he considered my bed to be a huge, warm marshmallow that shouldn't be left alone. Once I mentioned the word food, however, he was flying out of there a second beat later. While he changed back into his now dry skinny black jeans, loose black, t-shirt and white converse sneakers while I discarded my pajamas and changed into denim shorts, a white tank top and sandals. My hair was all kinds of frizzy and gross from the rain last night, so I threw it up into a messy bun. Harry's hair, on the other hand, was still perfect. How he managed to make it look good after all the humidity and rain was a mystery to me.

"Alright, Styles, your car or mine?" I asked as I shut the front door to my house behind us.

Harry walked out to the driveway in front of me and pulled on his Ray-Ban sunglasses as he surveyed the two parked cars. The minute he spotted my blue bicycle leaning against the garage door, I could see the light bulb appear above his head.

"No, Harry. Don't even think about it." I warned when he picked up my bicycle.

"Oh yeah, girl. Now we're talkin'." He smirked when he threw his leg over the bar and rolled the bicycle towards me. He patted the basket. "Your chariot awaits, me lady."

"Don't think for a second that your 'oh let's be all cute and ride a bicycle' facade will work on me, Styles. That whole Notebook scenario won't work on me. This is the 21st century!" I jingled my car keys as evidence. "It's either my way or the highway!"