Finding Change

Meet Florence de Vere. Flo for short. She's from one of the richest families in London, her parents wanting her to take on the family business. But she has other ideas. She wants to sing, much to her mothers dismay. She's never fit into her mothers lifestyle, the formal dresses and boring parties.
Meet Harry Styles. Part of the big boyband One Direction. 5 years ago his life changed, when he became part of the best thing in his life. But his life took a change for the worst. He started hanging around with the wrong crowd, smoking things he shouldn't, doing things that he shouldn't, piercing and tattooing his body. The other boys try and support him but his job may be coming to an end.
When these two people meet for a one night stand, could both individuals get something they both want out of the result?


11. Chapter 11

I woke up the next morning lay on Harry's bare chest. I opened my eyes to see his swallow tattoos on his collarbones.

"We have to stop waking up like this," a raspy voice laughs. I look up into Harry's eyes.

"Do we?" I ask. Harry raises his eyebrows and then yawns.

"What time is it?" He asks. I check my watch and tell him that it's ten o'clock. "Shit! I was supposed to be in the studio half an hour ago!" He panics, jumping out of bed. He's only wearing his boxers and as he gets dress I know I should cover my eyes, but I don't. He pulls on a white t-shirt and skinny jeans. He pushes a beanie on top of his unruly hair and pops on his trusted brown boots.

"I have to go but I'll see you later," Harry says leaving his room. I hear the front door open and shut and Harry's car speed off down the street. 
I think about getting up but there isn't really anything to do. Instead I roll over and lie on Harry's pillow, pretending he's still here as I drift off again. 
This time I'm woken by my phone ringing.

 "Hello?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.

"Flo? Are you alright?" Tom asks me on the other end.

"Oh hi, sorry I've just woken up," I tell him.

"But it's one o'clock," he laughs.

"Shut up, I'm pregnant," I joke.

"So listen I got work off tonight and I was wondering if we could go out again?" He asks me. 
I wasn't expecting that. And what do I say? I don't really want to go, I'd rather spend my time tonight with Harry. I was starting to develop some serious feelings for him and I really needed to see if he felt the same way.

"Sorry Tom, I don't feel too good," I lie. "That's why I was asleep, to see if it made me feel better. But it hasn't, I'm sorry," I say, feeling a little bad. There was nothing wrong with Tom at all, it was just me.

"That's no problem, feel better soon beautiful," he says before hanging up. Was I the worst person in the world or what? 
I dragged myself out of bed and did some chores around the house, busying myself waiting for Harry to get back. 
Soon enough six o'clock came and Harry rushed in as I was watching tv.  

"Hey," I say. "Hey sorry I gotta go get dressed, one sec," he tells me running upstairs. I wonder why he was in a rush. He came back down wearing a black shirt with a blazer over the top with the sleeves rolled up. He was wearing some pale blue skinny jeans and his boots.

"Where are you going?" I ask him, standing in the kitchen. He takes some money off the side and puts his phone in his pocket.

"I'm going on a date. Don't stay up for me," he smiles. He kisses me on the cheek and then rushes out the front door. You've got to be kidding me. 
I blink back the tears in my eyes as I dial Tom's number.

"Hey I feel a lot better, can I still take you up on your offer?" I ask him.

"Of course," he laughs, "I'll pick you up in half an hour. I give him my address and go and get ready. 
I couldn't believe I thought Harry would like me back. And after all he said yesterday I couldn't believe he had gone out on a date. Didn't he feel anything last night? 
I had an amazing night out with Tom but I couldn't stop thinking about Harry. I refused Tom's invitation to go back to his for the night and drove home instead. 

I changed into my comfiest pyjamas and snuggled up under my covers eventually dropping off. 
I woke up and looked at the clock next to me. It was 2 o'clock in the morning. I licked my dry lips and tried to go back to sleep but I just couldn't. I decided to get a glass of water. I got out of bed and wobbled down the stairs in the night, not bothering to turn any lights on. I made my way to the kitchen and filled a glass with cold water. The liquid hydrated my throat and I sighed. 
Suddenly I heard the front door open and voices filled the house.

"Shhh Sylvia, Flo will be asleep," I hear Harry whisper. I hide behind the wall, even though they wouldn't be able to see me through the dark anyway.

"It's a bit weird that you're living with this girl you knocked up," a girl says, I'm guessing Sylvia.

"Don't worry nothing's going on with her. I can't exactly leave her, she's carrying my baby," Harry tells her.

"Well that's good then," Sylvia flirts.

"Let's go to bed," I hear Harry whisper seductively and I feel like retching. Just hearing him be with somebody else was making me feel sick. 
When I knew they were in Harry's room I crept back upstairs and crawled under the covers. 
So he only cared about my baby, he didn't give a shit about me. 
Well screw you Harry Styles, I thought, I was still going to have a life of my own.

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