Passion // punk harry styles a.u.

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  "Nice," Harry commented as I got a ball in the pocket. "Nothing to it," I replied as I straightened up and smirked. He took a long sip of his beer and placed it on the side of the table carefully observing the different colored balls placed on the table. He nodded for a while staring at each one of them until he stood up straight and smiled. "Cue me."

  I gave him my cue and he smiled proudly. "This one's in the bag," he said as he bent over with his cue in between his long fingers. He striked at one of the balls and three of them landed in the pockets. All that was were four balls waiting to return to their rightful place- the pockets. "That's nothing," I challenged. Harry chuckled and gave me my cue.

  "What?" I asked defensively. "You're cute when you get all competitive," he replied. I rolled my eyes and started to hit a ball until his body hovered over mine. His long fingers were wrapped around my hand while his other was around my waist dangerously close to my butt. His scent lingered in my nose while I could hear his heart beating. His muscular, tan, tattooed arms flexed as he helped me hit the ball quickly. Two balls clinked in the pocket, and I looked up to see Harry smiling proudly at me.

  "You're pretty good," Harry said. "Shut up and kiss me," I said turning around and putting my lips to his. He seemed a little off guard until he got what I was trying to do. He placed his hands on my small and lifted me up on the table. I wrapped my legs around his torso as I started to giggle within the kiss. He started to laugh too, and we broke apart slowly.

  "What's so funny?" he asked. I giggled at how he said "funny". It sounded more like "foony" which made me giggle even harder. "One, your adorable accent. And two.. This is the best birthday ever. I'm so happy," I said. He rolled his eyes at the first half of the statement, but at the second half he smiled and placed a kiss on my forehead.

  "I'm so glad, but it's not the end!" he smiled. "What?" I asked. "We still have more surprises to discover," he said cheerfully. "Oh my God," I giggled. "Here, let's go," he said grabbing my hand. "What about the pool game?" I asked as I looked back. He stood, pondered for a minute, took a cue, and struck the white ball making the rest fall in. "I win," he said as he rushed out of the bar with me clutched in his grasp.

~*~

  "The beach, eh?" I asked as I grasped my shoes in my hand while holding Harry's hand in the other. "Hell yeah," he chuckled as our feet plopped along the sand. I smiled as Harry's hair blew in the wind, his curls flying freely. The ocean's foam crashed softly to our feet as the sand rubbed between our toes. The air smelled salty, just like it has always been, and the seagulls sang their songs of freedom. I looked back up at Harry and admired his beauty.

  The more I thought about it, I realized that Harry was truly meant for me. Even though we were polar opposites, we were compatible no matter what any body else thought. Sure we had had some rough patches down the road, but I wouldn't trade it for anything else. Those nights of fighting and disagreeing helped me to discover how much I loved this boy. It was funny too, because it all started with him snapping at me at my dad's marina. I thought he was an ass and he thought I was a bitch. Who knew we would make it this far, because I sure didn't. Talk about a plot twist. 

  "Florence?" Harry mumbled. We both stopped in our tracks, and I looked up at his tall figure. "I want to tell you something." I hummed for him to go on. He held my hands loosely and then placed them on his chest. My heart started to beat faster than normal as I looked into his eyes. The sun hit his eyes beautifully allowing them to be illuminated. He brushed a piece of hair that was flying in the wind behind my ear and smiled.

  "Do you feel my heart?" he asked. I giggled softly and nodded. "It's racing, isn't it?" I nodded once again leaving him with his pink lips curled into a lanky smile. He paused for a second until he continued,"It's beating for you and only you." I looked up at him while my smile disappeared into thin air. I stared hard at him and then at his plump lips that were so kissable.

  "What about Valerie?" I asked turning around to face the ocean. I didn't hear an answer for a while. Instead, Harry came closer to me, wrapped his arms around me, and placed his head on my shoulder. "Valerie means nothing to me," he whispered in my ear. His lips brushed against my ear slightly and made their way down to my neck. His lips moved against my skin gracefully as I closed my eyes and lived in the moment. I tugged at his curls slightly as he continued to sofly suck and bite at my skin.

  "Harry," I exhaled out.  He continued to do while he was doing while mumbling out a strange noise.  "Harry," I repeated. He drew away and held me close as his eyes burned into mine. "I know I told you before, but.. I love you. Without you, I don't know where I'd be, who I'd be.. You've made me complete. You've made me feel a happiness only my mother could create.. But why me?"

  He looked away at the tossing and foaming ocean and stood holding me close. He looked back at me and replied,"You're different Florence," he whispered. "You aren't like those other girls. You actually mean something.. You fight for the ones you love, even if they aren't there by your side. You make sure that their honor is respected.. And you don't do stuff out of your own whim. You acutally do it, because you love somebody.. Because you love me."

  "I still don't understand," I say stupidly. He sighed and got on his knees while holding my hands in his. "You move me. You have actually made me feel something; a spark. That spark has made me realize that there is such a thing as love. I was wrong and an idiot to think otherwise. I was juvenile to think so, but Florence.. I love you with all my heart. I don't know what I would do without you." Harry pulled out a small package from his back pocket and smiled up at me.

  "You better not be proposing to me, because I'm only seventeen," I giggled. He shook his head and replied,"No, but we'll talk about that soon." He opened the package and revealed a tiny, beautiful ring inside. "I swear this is not an engagement ring.. It's a promise ring.. But you have to promise that you will love me no matter what. I have one too, and I already promised. Don't worry," he chuckled.

  I looked at him in the eyes and smiled deeply as he slid the ring on my finger. "Do you promise?" he asked hopefullly. I nodded quickly and put my lips on his happily. Harry quickly responded and hugged me when we finished kissing. He smiled and brushed a stray piece of hair away from my eyes to look at me better. "Happy birthday, Florence."