The Florist [H.S] - English Version

Preface

Spending four years clinging to a computer or a notebook may not be easy or even exciting, but that's all I love to do.
Knowing that people will read what I am expressing on mere pieces of paper and that they will identify themselves like me, makes all that fadigue that dominates my body and every nights bad sleep, worth it.
Since I started studying Literature, I was already fully aware that it wouldn't make my life easier or even provide me with nights with beautiful eight hours of deep sleep with nothing to think about.
But this was the path I wanted to follow despite all the difficulties I had to face so far.
Even knowing that I would have to give up several things, including my parents. But giving up wasn't an option for me, although my parents didn't support me to follow my dream.

Probably if I had listened to my parents, I would certainly have graduated at this time in medicine or business administration or something like that. But the truth is that, I wouldn't imagine myself closed between four walls eight hours or more a day just to treat paperwork and be attached to a phone always closing deals.
I wanted a profession that would allow me to observe the world and love and express other people's feelings without even speaking.
I have no reason to complain my parents, they have always been present parents and very kind and super attentive to me and my older brother.
But when I gave them the news that I would leave London to go to work at a publisher in Los Angeles, although little know, they turned their backs on me, leaving me without ground saying that I shouldn't longer count on them when it came to my profession, but they wouldn't stop me, just for me to realize that it wasn't a profession for me.

So the only one left on me was my older brother, I owe him a lot and thanks him in the same intensity.
George is his name and for my luck he never disappointed me or turned his back on me.
It was always on my side when I needed it most, we were always very close, sometimes people asked my parents how it was possible to have two children at home and get along so well. It was thanks to him that I am in Los Angeles, I thought several times of giving up, that word echoed in my head again and again and I gave me in to the temptation of intense fatigue and exaggerated effort, that I did to be able to have a dignified profession and show my parents that being a writer was my dream and my brother reminded me of the love I had for the pieces of paper torn and scattered on the floor of the room and raised me again, making me understand that this was really the path I wanted for and that I couldn't give in to the temptation to think about giving up.
My parents and my brother had the opportunity to choose the path they wanted to follow and now it was my turn.

George studied engineering in Australia and luckily for him, my parents loved the idea of him going to study engineering even if it was on another continent and other side in the world.
My brother carried an in intelligence that I sometimes couldn't accompany, to tell the truth, and it fills my heart to see the wonderful man in which he became - he was beautiful, blonde hair, honey color brown eyes and skin with an envy tan, since he had recently finished college and apparently attended many beaches in Australia.
I consider him my best friend, there aren't no secrets between us and this make it easy for us to trust each other.

The day I graduated, my parents didn't appear at the ceremony, which left my heart torn in pieces, but my brother was present and that's what was important to me.
The next day I left for Los Angeles and to my surprise, my parents were waiting for me on the airport terminal line with a sign saying "Claire Smith" and I just ran to them.
We all started crying and my parents apologized to me for not believing in my dream and for not realizing what writing meant to me and that they didn't go to the ceremony to make me this surprise.
Soon after I showed them my apartment in Los Angeles and got to know a little about that huge city and show them the publisher where I would work and probably start writing my novel. They left again to London and I could finally feel that we had returned to being the happy family we were a few years ago before I started studying literature.

I looked one last time in the mirror of the room and fix my long blonde hair, I was preparing myself for the first day at work at that little publisher, but it was my dream.
I wore some black pants and a white social shirt with a brown overcoat matching with my small heels that were also brown, it was my first day and I wanted to make a good impression on the publisher.
I finished dressing and put only what was needed inside my bag, such as my phone, wallet and a piece of fruit to eat in the middle of the morning, because I didn't know what things were like at the publisher.
I took the keys to the car and went down the stairs of the building towards the black car that was in the parking in front of the large building where I lived. I left the car and went towards to eat something before I started my big day.

This would probably become my routine in the coming years. I arrived at the publisher and was received by a middle aged but very friendly receptionist.

- Good morning, I'm Claire Smith. - I greeted the receptionist from the place. - I'm the new writer at Zoom publisher, nice to meet you.

- Yes, yes. My name is Rose. - She answered me with a huge smile showing some of her wrinkles due to age. - Follow me Mrs. Smith.

I smiled giving her the passage to go to the best moment of my life.

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Hey candies <3
I'm Portuguese and I'm translate my original Harry Styles fanfic, The Florist, into English. In Portuguese fanfic is on my perfil on Wattpad.

I know English but not so well, so if you notice anything wrong, please tell me in the comments, thank you so much and I hope you like it! ❤️

Please like the chapters and comment <3

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