Harry Styles Imagines

night changes - part one

Description - you reunite with harry after some years, but lots has changed. except from your feelings towards him.

You contently replaced the haggard unidentifiable flowers for the beautiful fresh smelling roses, in a bucket of water, which were on display.

'Flowers from Freya' was the name of the little florist you worked at. It was a cute corner shop on the main, but quiet, market street, in the paradox of a city it was situated in; London.

The frail old woman, Freya, whom owned it had taken you under her wing when you'd told her that you were in desperate need for a job. It worked out in your favour, though, since you loved all things nature and flowers.

You'd been working there for over a year now, trying to conjure up enough money to go travelling. You'd gone to university but found it heavily overrated, so you decided to drop out, much to your parents disappointment. Your parents were so pushy that they never stopped for a minute to even ask what you actually wanted to do with your life, or what you were actually good at. Sure as hell wasn't Law, which was what they recommend you studied at university.

Your parents had cut you off, monetary wise, which made your respect for them lessen. You hadn't spoken to them since the massive argument about the situation, and that was about a year ago too. It wasn't your fault for not wanting to spend 9 grand a year on a shitty and un-interesting course. So, if you wanted to travel it would have to come out of your own funds. yeah

Freya always paid you more than you expected, each month, which you hated, but she just wanted to see you tour the world and experience life beyond The Big Smoke.

As you knelt on the floor to arrange the roses in their bucket, to make them look more presentable, the quaint chimes of the doorbell signified a new customer.

"Hello deary! How can I help you today?" You heard Freya ask, whom was most likely sat on her favourite wooden chair, behind the desk.

"Hi! I'm actually looking for Y/N?" A woman's voice replies.

"Ah! Our Y/N is just around the corner, I believe." Freya told her, to which the lady thanked her. Her soft shoes could still be heard on the shop floor, due to how quiet it was in here. There was the distant sounds of an 80s CD being played, but the machine through which it was being played through was so old you never understood which button could turn up the volume.

The shoes made their way around the corner and you finished placing the roses accordingly. "Y/N!" The anonymous woman cheered excitedly.

You turned your head up in shock to see one of your most favourite people in the world; Anne Twist. Otherwise known as Harrys mother. Who he was also known as 'boy-i've-had-a-crush-on-my-whole-life-but-have-never-had-the-balls-to-tell-him'. Harry was the most favourite person in the world - it didn't make sense to you either.

"Oh my gosh, Anne!" You quickly stood up and wiped your wet hands on your khaki apron, before engulfing her in a hug. "What are you doing here?" You exclaimed.

You hadn't seen Anne in a couple of months, mainly because she lives further up North than you can physically afford to get to.

She steps back from the hug, analysing herself to make sure your dirty apron hasn't left a stain on her lovely white shirt. "I'm back in town for Harrys' birthday party, silly!" She joked, thinking that you'd just forgotten about the important date.