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?


12. Chapter 12

Harry stumbled downstairs the next day at one o'clock, alone.

"Morning," he says.

"Afternoon," I correct him.

"Listen I need you to do me a favour," he tells me.

"Well actually I was going to go out with Effie," I say.

"I just need you to go shopping. We need some food and alcohol for the party tonight," he tells me.

"What party?!" I ask him nearly spitting my drink out.

"I just felt like having one," he smiles. I just stare at him aghast. "Come on you can invite your sister AND Effie," he says.

"Fine, but everyone has to be gone for two. I need my sleep," I tell him. "Thanks!" He hugs me whilst reeling off a list of all the things he wants. He gives me £100 and sets me on my way. I text Effie to meet me at the supermarket.

"So why's he even having a party?" Effie asks me once I meet her down the booze aisle.

"I don't know, it's another reason to get drunk I guess," I tell her. Harry loves a good party and now he has his own house, why not. "You have to come. I invited Maddy but she said she was busy," I say.

"Okay. I'm not gonna pass up a party and if Mr Styles is paying, I'll have a few of these," she laughs putting several multicoloured bottles in my trolley.

"Why do I always seem to meet you here?" A voice says behind us. I turn around to see Tom stood there, looking in my trolley.

"Hey Tom, this is Effie, my best friend," I tell him. They shake hands whilst Effie can't take her eyes off him.

 "I'll go get some more," she raises her eyebrow at me and walks off.

"So that's a lot of alcohol," he laughs.

"Harry's having a party tonight," I sigh. Then it hit me. "Do you want to come?" I ask.

"Are you sure? He's not gonna beat me up or anything is he," Tom jokes.

"Of course not, you'll be the only one keeping me sane," I smile as Effie walks back with her arms full of more bottles.

"Okay cool. I'll be there about eightish," he replies. He kisses me on the cheek lightly which causes the butterflies to start in my belly, and then walks back down the aisle.

"You didn't tell me he was that HOT!" Effie whispers, "well done girl." I smile to myself, and concentrate on what Harry wanted me to get.

"Hi yes come in," I open the door as the people flood in. The more people that arrive the more they all look the same. Several piercings and tattoos, all in ripped clothes. I felt a little out of place in my little black dress and pin straight hair. 
The house was now full of people and it wasn't even eight yet. I'd told myself I was going to stay out of the way, for me and Tom to just find somewhere quiet and have a chat. 
Eventually Tom showed up and pulled me out of my misery. He looked gorgeous in a pair of dark jeans and a white tight shirt, showing off his perfect muscles. His hair was quiffed and he was wearing converse on his feet. All the girls heads at the party turned to look at him as he walked in but he didn't look at anyone else but me.  

 "Hey beautiful," he smiles, kissing me on the cheek. I lead him through to the kitchen to get him a drink. "I don't want one if you're not having one," he says, looking at the lemonade in my hand.

"Tom I don't mind. You might need it," I tell him just as Harry and a girl walk into the kitchen.

"Hey Flo this is Sylvia," Harry says. The girl that stayed last night. She smiles sweetly at me and it knocks me sick. I finally get to have a good look at her. 
Her long black hair extensions have been used way too many times, starting to frizz up at the end. Her makeup is really heavy and she's also gone a bit overboard on the fake tan. As for her clothes, her skirt is about five inches too short and her top five inches too low. Luckily she was stick thin so she could pull it off. I looked down at my belly and suddenly felt self conscious.

"Hey," I smile at her, "this is Tom."
I wait for Harry to say something but he just looks Tom up and down, his jaw clenched. Tom was a couple of inches taller and wider than Harry so he had a definite advantage over him.

"Nice to meet you," Tom says nicely stretching his hand out to Harry. But Harry doesn't take it. He just looks at us.

"We'll be in the living room," I tell Harry, snaking my arm around Tom's waist and pull him onto a couch in the living room which was already packed full of people. I had a feeling that there would be nowhere quiet in this house.

"Well that wasn't awkward," Tom says sarcastically which makes me laugh.  

"Sorry about that," I tell him. "Don't worry about it," he smiles taking a strand of hair and tucking it behind my ear.

"Dance with me?" He asks me, holding his hand out. I gladly take it and he pulls me off the couch. 
He holds my waist as close to him as possible and holds my other hand in his. He takes me all around the living room, spinning and dipping me, making me laugh uncontrollably. He pulls me back up, my face inches from his. 
He kisses me on the nose, making me giggle and then bends his head, so it rests on my shoulder. I rest mine against his toned chest as we carry on swaying to the music. And that's when I see him. Standing in the corner, gripping his bottle so hard that his knuckles have turned white. His dark eyes are watching me as he gluggs the rest of his drink.

"Come upstairs with me?" Tom whispers in my ear. I get a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. I take Tom's hand and lead him up the stairs into my room, feeling Harry's eyes boring into my back. 
I open the door and attempt to make the bed, because I'd left it messy.

"You look so pretty tonight," Tom says, taking my hands in his. He leans down and kisses me on my lips, my cheeks getting hotter and hotter. I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his around my waist. The kiss gets more heated and Toms hands move to my bum and I moan lightly. His lips move to my jawline and kiss down to my neck. He gently tugs my skin with his teeth. 
My hands move to the hem of his shirt and in one swift movement it's on the floor next to us. I run my hands over his toned chest and down his back. 
Tom's hands are now on my thighs, pushing my dress further and further up my body. My lips meet his again out of pure lust. 

 "Get your fucking hands off her!" Someone shouts from the doorway. I gasp and twist my head, meeting Harry's angry gaze.

"Harry what the fuck!?" I shout at him, pulling my dress back down. My cheeks burn from embarrassment and anger.

"I said get away from her!" He yells back.

"Or what? She's not yours man," Tom steps up and says. Harry clenches his fists and walks to Tom, squaring up to him.

"And she's not yours! She's carrying my child, she's mine," Harry growls.

"You don't own her! She isn't an object!" Tom replies back just as angry. That's when Harry's fist swings at him, hitting him square in the lip. Tom looks back up and spits the blood out of his mouth. Harry hasn't even got time to register before Tom rams his fist into his gut, causing Harry to double over in pain.

"Tom please stop!" I shout but he doesn't hear me. He picks Harry back up by the shirt and pushes him against the wall. Harry's eyes are still shining with anger.

"She can do what she wants, you hear me?" Tom shouts down Harry's ear.

"Tom let him go," I plead with him. I pull his arms off Harry who slumps to the ground.

"Meet me in the car please," I tell Tom. He wipes the blood off his face and nods at me before leaving my room.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I ask Harry who's sat on the floor.

"Why are you doing this to ME?!" He shouts back. I could tell he was drunk.  

"I'm not doing anything to you! You're happy with Sylvia, and I'm happy with Tom" I reply back.

"Who said I was happy?" He asks me looking up. His eyes were red.

"Fuck off Harry. Why shouldn't you be happy? You have a stick thin girlfriend. A career, money. What else could you want?!" I tell at him, tears welling in my eyes. Stupid hormones.

"I want you," he replies back, pulling himself up.

"You don't want me Harry. You just want our baby, I heard you last night," I cry, the tears now streaming down my face.

"Flo please," Harry says taking a step towards me.

"Stop it Harry. Stop it with your mind games, I'm sick of them! I'm happy, just let me be!" I shout walking out of the door. I grab my coat and bag and open the front door, all eyes on me.

"Where are you going?" He stops me.

"I'm staying at Tom's, I need to clear my head. I'll be back tomorrow," I say, pushing past him and our the door. Tom's already sat in the car, the engine on.

"You can't clear your head by having sex!" Harry shouts down the drive to me. Fresh tears pour out of my eyes and roll down my face. I couldn't think of anything witty to say so I stayed silent. I got into Tom's car and left Harry standing in the doorway, his head in his hands.

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