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?


7. Chapter 7

Chapter 7. 
I knock on Maddy's door. It's early evening now so Maddy has closed up the shop. I pull my suitcase towards me, out of the way of people walking around. At the house my anger was the thing that had stopped me from breaking down but as soon as Maddy opens the door, my anger subsides and despair takes its place. Countless tears stream down my cheeks.

"Can I stay with you?" I sob, trying to get my words out.

"Of course! Get in here!" She pulls me into a hug as I cry into her shoulder. 
I cry because that's the first time I'd shouted at my mother. That was the first time my father had looked at me like that. And I was scared. 
She takes me upstairs and sits me down on her worn leather couch.

"Mother and father weren't on the same page then?" She asks. 
I shake my head as the tears still pour down my cheeks. 
My sister sits next to me and pulls my small body onto her lap. She wraps her arms around me as I lay my head on the chest.

"Shhh, it's alright. You can stay here for as long as you need," she assures me, stroking my hair. I calm my breathing down and eventually the tears stop. I wipe my eyes with my sleeves.

"Your room is only tiny though," she smiles at me. 
She opens the door to it and I gasp. Yes it was a small room but it was beautiful. The floor was a sky blue carpet, and up the walls were painted clouds and faint birds. There was a single bed, with several tie dyed cushions covering it. There was also a tiny chest of drawers and a small wardrobe next to each other. It was so much smaller than my other room but I loved it more immediately.

"Maddy it's amazing!" I tell her, giving her a quick hug.

"Well you unpack your stuff and I'll make us some tea," she grins. 
I unpack my few belongings into my new room and place my guitar at the bottom of my bed. 
When I come out I smell pasta.

"Just sit and chill Flo, put the telly on or something. It'll be ready any minute," Maddy shouts from the kitchenette. 
I sink down on the leather couch and breathe out in relief. What would I do without her? I ask myself. 
I turn the tv on and it comes onto a music channel, on one of my favourite songs. I sing along loudly to make Maddy laugh as she brings us a steaming plate of spaghetti. 
We eat and chat and laugh until a particular song comes on the tv. It sounded familiar so I turned my attention towards it. 
Five boys are running around, singing on a beach. I freeze as I look at that familiar face. The same green eyes and the same curly locks. He has no tattoos or piercings but I can't stop looking at him, at how happy he looks back then. I sense Maddy staring at me so I turn my attention back to my plate, suddenly not hungry anymore.

"You need to tell him Flo," Maddy suddenly says. I looked at her shocked. I'd never told Maddy who the father was, simply because she'd never asked. "It's kind of obvious. He was there that night. You left with him, and now you stare at him all the time. I know my own sister you know," she smiles slurping her pasta. 
I look back at the screen, to the smiling faces.

"What if I ruin his life? His career?" I tell her.

"He deserves to know. It's his baby in there," she says pointing to my belly.

"You're right, I'm just scared," I say honestly. 

 "Just give him the option to have as much contact if he wants. IF he doesn't want any, you have me, you have Effie. And you'll have your beautiful baby to look after you," she smiles warmly. Tears threaten to spill again but I swallow them down. Stupid hormones.

"You're right. I'm gonna go now. No time like the present right," I laugh weakly.

"Good luck beautiful," she shouts as I open the front door. 
I pull up to Harry's apartment and brace my hands on the steering wheel. What if he doesn't want the baby? I don't feel like getting rejected, I tell myself. I stop myself from carrying on going and walk up to the building. I press the buzzer for his apartment and wait for his reply. Five minutes later I'm still waiting. Maybe he's out, probably partying. I ring it once more and immediately someone answers.

"Hello?" A husky voice says through the phone.

"Hi Harry? It's Flo. Remember me?" I ask him, certain that he wouldn't.

"The only Flo I've had sex with," he laughs and it makes me cringe.

"I need to talk to you," I tell him.

"Talk. Right yeah sure. I'll send you up," he says sarcastically. Just before I'm about to reply with a witty remark he buzzes the door open. 
I ride the elevator up to his apartment and knock on his door. 
It swings open immediately and I look him up and down. He's wearing jogger shorts, with a white vest, showing off his tattoos, incredible muscles and broad shoulders. 
His hair is pushed back with a headband, with random curls poking out. He looks a bit red in the face and it makes me blush.

"Hey," he says huskily.

"Hi," I smile, uneasy. Maybe I shouldn't have come.  

 "I was just in the middle of a workout," he tells me, leading me into his apartment. There's a mat on the floor and a few weights sat around. "But you could help me," he smiles, pulling me towards him. I put my hands on his chest.

"Harry stop," I tell him sternly.

"Come on. Why else would you be here?" He says leaning in to kiss me.

"This is how it all started," I tell him. I pull away and leave him standing there.

"What are you talking about?" He asks me confused.

"What do you remember about me Harry?" I ask him. I wanted to know the answer before I told him.

"I remember how pretty you were, and how beautiful your body was," he grins, taking one step closer to me, his eyes darkening.

"This body?" I ask, his eyes lighting up for a second before I take my coat off. His eyes immediately travel to my bump. He looks like he's thinking to himself and then it finally clicks. He sits down on the floor and puts his head in his hands.

"Fuck!" He says over and over again. I didn't really know what to do.

"It's yours Harry," I tell him.

"I fucking guessed that!" He replies and it makes me jump. Tears well in my eyes. "You're keeping it?" He asks me, looking up.

"Yes," I reply, a tear falling down my cheek. My hands rest on my belly protectively. He puts his head back down. I walk over to him and kneel in front of him.

"Harry I know it's a lot to take in. I just want you to know that you can have as much or as little contact with this baby as you wish. It's your decision," I tell him. He looks up at me and I can see the strain in his face.

"It's mine. You're sure?" He says. His hand rises to my belly, and he rests it on top.

"What are you trying to say?" I retaliate without thinking. His face falls.

"I'm sorry I didn't..." He starts but I cut him off.

"Sorry it's the hormones. Yes it's yours, I'm positive," I tell him. His face stays emotionless. I have no idea how he's feeling. "Just ring me when you've made your decision," I say, giving him a piece of paper with my number on. 
He takes it off me and our fingers stay in contact for a couple of seconds. He looks up at me. The tears are still falling down my face. 
He reaches his hand up to my face, using his thumb to wipe them away.

"Flo..." He starts but I couldn't stay there any longer. It sounded like he wanted to tell me he didn't want anything to do with the baby. I let myself out of the apartment and run back down to my car. I sit behind the wheel, my head resting against it, letting the tears come out. 
I knew that was the last time I would hear from Harry. 

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