PETAL | HARRY STYLES

FOUR.

"I cannot believe I am staring at Harry Styles' number right now! Thirteen year old me is fucking shaking."

Fleur raises a brow at her best friend. June has been pacing the apartment floor for about ten minutes now. All she can do is hold the paper, and stare at it in astonishment.

June practically died when Fleur mentioned it. A part of her didn't even want to tell June, but she knew she had to. Her childhood crush's handwriting was on a paper.

A paper he touched. And she was now touching.

She almost fainted.

"Twenty-two year old you is shaking just the same." Fleur snorts.

"So," June squeaks, sitting down, "Are you gonna call him?"

Fleur had thought about it. It had only been two days since she had seen him. Since he had given her his number. So, it's not like she was completely avoiding him.

But, she also didn't know whether or not she wanted to reach out to him. Part of her did. But another part of her screamed not to.

She didn't want to listen to that part.

"I don't know." She shrugs.

June looks like she could stab someone. Her eyes grow big and her mouth hangs open.

"When Harry Styles gives you his number, you call. Fleur, you currently have the opportunity every single person on earth would kill to have."

Fleur rolls her eyes, "I don't even know what he wants me to do. We just got out of relationships."

"Because that Camille girl broke his perfect heart! And now you're here to fix it. Like he's here to fix yours."

"He's an A-list celebrity. There's no way it could work. And even if it could, I wouldn't want it to."

"Why not? From what you've told me, he makes you feel the same way James Henderson made you feel in the eighth grade. This is exactly how it should be."

"I'm fine for now. But I'll let you know if I plan on calling." Fleur states, snatching the folded paper from June.

June pouts as she watches her best friend go down the hall.

"Should've taken a photo of it." She mutters to herself.

-

There's a party tonight.

Maggie had told her that. At first, Fleur wasn't so sure she wanted to go. But, June had been cooped up for so long and she didn't want to go alone.

So, here is Fleur, in a short pink dress, wearing heels. She wasn't the biggest fan of heels. They always made her so clumsy. And they hurt her feet.

But, June wanted to coordinate. So, she took one for the team.

It's freezing. She instantly regrets not bringing a jacket.

Inside the house, it's warmer. Most likely all the sweaty bodies grinding against each other.

June is out of her sight within seconds. She had always been the type to disappear for a while but come back totally plastered.

Fleur wanders the house. She didn't know the owner, but she really didn't care. It was one of Maggie's friends, so she didn't feel too out of place.

She grabs her first drink, ready to wind down. She had always been a lightweight, but it never stopped her from having a good time.

"Fleur!" Someone calls for her.

She turns around to see Josh, grinning ear to ear.

"Josh!" She exclaims, throwing an arm around his waist, "What are you doing here?!"