When Daring meets Darling (Larry Stylinson AU)

Prologue

Harry Styles owns a local flower shop in Cheshire. For some bizarre reason, it was always Harry's dream to have his own flower shop. That dream came true for him around two years ago.

The shop is situated on a busy high street, and visited multiple times a day by the public, who don't actually always come in for flowers, but to have a chat with the lovely owner. But, when they do come in to buy flowers, God, do they buy flowers. Harry has decorated the shop perfectly, arranging the different species of flowers in a way that immediately catches the attention of passers by. He even has a colour wheel poster on the wall to show customers, and himself, which colours go best with which.

Along with the colour wheel, he has added pictures to the wall of wild flowers he's taken himself. Definitely tumblr worthy.

On a quiet Saturday afternoon, the shop door opens, and a well-dressed suited man with a briefcase walks up to the counter where Harry stands. He looks to be around 60 years old, with a friendly expression on his face. Harry looks up at the sound of the bell, and smiles when he sees the man. "Hello, Sir. How can I help you?" Harry asks.

The man sighs, coming to a stop in front of Harry. "Hello, are you Mr. Styles, the owner?" Harry nods, frowning a bit.

"Uh, yeah, I am," Harry says. He quickly picks up the flowers he was just arranging, and places them in a vase of water next to him. "How can I, uh, help you?" Harry repeats.

The man puts his briefcase down on the counter and opens it, taking out a piece of paper. "I have your contract here, for the shop," Harry nods. "It says here, that you have signed a deal for a two year rent on this building. Next week, this contract ends. Now; you have a choice to shut down the shop and stop the business all together, or, you could move this business someplace else," he tells Harry.

"Move somewhere else? What, like just down the road or-?" Harry asks.

The man shakes his head. "No. I'm afraid it will have to be a completely different town altogether, we have no buildings open for rent for at least another year," he tells Harry.

Harry doesn't know what to say. "I, uh, I'll need to talk to my parents. I don't know if they'll be comfortable with me moving to a different town just yet."

"That's fine," the man smiles. "I'll give you my number, and you can call me when you have made a final decision. But keep in mind, you only have until this time next week. If you haven't called by then, we'll be forced to close the business altogether," he informs Harry. Harry nods, unable to get through his head what has just been said. The suited man nods at Harry and turns to walk out of the shop.

"Have a good day, sir."

* * *

Harry open the front door and steps into his house. Harry's mum, Anne, greets him. "Hi, love," she says as she gives Harry a kiss on the cheek. "How was everything at the shop?" She asks.

"Um, it was okay," Harry says, eyebrows furrowed. They walk into the kitchen, and Anne turns around to start cleaning the counter top.

She frowns. "Just okay? I thought you would've enjoyed today, it's Saturday!"

"Oh, no, it was great, I mean. It's just, this, uh, guy came in. About the shop," Harry tells his mum.

Anne frowns again. "What did he say?" She asks.

"It was about the contract I have on the shop. It ends next week," he tells her, sighing.

Anne turns around, leaning on the counter, and faces Harry. She frowns, "Oh," She says, raising her eyebrows in surprise. "What's gonna happen?"