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?


3. Chapter 3

"I'm going to have a break," I tell Maddy as I make my way off the dance floor and to the bar where Effie is. My sister just carries on dancing with whoever is closest to her.

"Having a good night?" She asks me. 
So far I had spilt my drink on two lads, nearly fallen over on the dance floor and taken shots off random people's body's including Effie's.

"The best," I grin at her.

"Here drink this," she says giving me a glass of liquid. I sniff it and it smells strong.

"Effie are you trying to get me drunk?!" I laugh at her. She just shrugs. 
I bring the glass to my lips and feel the liquid slide down my throat. I try to stop myself from coughing. 
I look back to Maddy on the dance floor who is swaying along to the music, boys standing around her in awe. Then I look towards the door where there's a commotion. 
Five boys walk through the doors to the club and my drink goes down the wrong way. I start coughing and spluttering, Effie hitting my back.

"Who the hell is that?" I ask her motioning to the boys who have taken up an empty booth and are now looking around. Green eyes meet mine and he grins, sending a shiver down my back.

"That's One Direction," she tells me.

"I thought they wrote pop songs about love," I tell her.

"Wow you really don't get any gossip in that college of yours," she laughs. "Harry has kind of gone off the rails. Mixed up in drugs and smoking things he shouldn't. He also sleeps around a lot, and drinks loads. His job is in a lot of trouble," she says. She makes me look at her, breaking eye contact with Harry. "Flo don't even think about it. Stay away from him, he's trouble," she says seriously. I swallow my disappointment and look over to the boys again. I now see all the similarities. The blonde one Niall's hair has gone darker and he's quiffed it into a point. It also looks like his ears are pierced too. 
Liam has kept his hair quite short and I can see from the tight shirt he's wearing that his muscles must be huge.

Zayn has tattoos covering his arms. He's left his hair to grow so it sticks out from his head and his ear has a stretcher through it. 

And Louis has tattoos covering one arm and one leg with a piercing in his right eyebrow. 
But the most surprising is Harry. His mop of curls is pushed back showing his forehead and one ear is stretched. Because he's wearing a baggy vest I can see tattoos covering one arm and his chest too. He's gotten snake bites on his bottom lips making him look dangerous. Strangely he still looks beautiful. 
Wow the boys had really changed. 
I glugged down the rest of my drink and pulled Effie onto the dance floor to Maddy. All three of us started to dance together, holding each others hips, making all the boys around us stare and gape, their mouths hanging right open. I steal a look to the boy's booth and all eyes are on us. But I concentrate on Harry's, locking eyes with him again. His green eyes look dark and his lip is in between his teeth. I catch my breath in my throat and have to look away before I do something stupid. I carry on dancing with the girls until they get taken away by individual boys. I don't want to stop dancing so I carry on in the crowd. 
Suddenly I feel rough hands on my hips. It couldn't be on of the girls because I was watching them. I breathe in, look down, and nearly gasp when I see strong arms wrap around my waist. One completely covered in tattoos.

"Do you even know what you're doing to me?" A husky voice whispers in my ear. He pulls me back towards him so my back is flush with his hard chest. He runs his fingers across the bottom of my belly and leaves them splayed out on my hips. 
The song changes and with one swift movement I'm turned in his arms to face him.

"You're just as hot from the front," he says. I smile because I have no idea what to say. I couldn't believe that I was actually dancing with Harry Styles. He kept his hands firmly on my hips, pulling me into him. Our hips moved together to the sound of the music as I wrapped my arms around Harry's neck.  

 Our faces are that close I can feel his hot breath on me, and feel his chest rising and falling. I stare into his eyes and realise I couldn't concentrate on anything. I had no idea what song was even playing, I didn't know who was around us. 
He bites his lip seductively whilst his hands travel to my bum. To my surprise I breathe out in pleasure.

"You like that?" He chuckles, his chest vibrating against mine. 

With his hands on my bum he pulls me even closer to him. I feel myself blushing and look down, watching our feet moving. 
I feel his hot lips at my ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe. I smile into his curls. 
Slowly they move down to my jaw, kissing it lightly and occasionally nipping me with his teeth. Each contact with him brings me a new lease of pleasure. 
He moves down my neck, just below my ear and gently starts sucking on it. I moan in pleasure but luckily the music is that loud, no one hears me except Harry. He laughs but carries on, as I twist my fingers through the curls at the back of his neck. 
Swiftly his lips move from my neck to my awaiting lips. My head nearly explodes from the heat radiating off our lips. Our tongues meet immediately and the kiss becomes more and more passionate. His hands move to my face, holding my head close to his. He pulls away, our foreheads touching.

"Come back to my place?" He breathes. I don't know whether I was a bit tipsy or this was all Harry's doing but I felt myself nodding. 
Flo seriously? Effie warned you about this guy, he's nothing but trouble, I told myself. But somehow I turned on the mute button in my thoughts as Harry grabbed my waist and pulled me out of the club. He hailed a taxi immediately and slammed the door shut when we got in.  

We didn't speak but Harry's hand never left my thigh, inching up closer and closer with every bump from the road. By the time the driver slowed down my dress was raised, his hand underneath, fingertips just grazing the tops of my thighs. 
He throws a twenty into the front seat and then pulls me out. He wraps his hand around my waist, holding onto me tightly as we took the elevator back to his apartment. 
He turned the key and opened the door. In the dark of his apartment his lips met mine, his hands travelling all over my body, mine caressing his broad shoulders. I kicked my heels off, never taking my lips from his. 
He pulls me into his bedroom and flicks on a small light by his bed. His vest is off and I can't help but admire his toned muscles and beautiful tattoos. He sees me looking and smiles, his dimple showing. He kisses me again as his hands fumble with the zip on the back of my dress. He unzips it and it falls to the floor.

"I've been wanting to get you out of that dress since I saw you," he growls. He takes my shoulders and gently pushes me backwards until my knees hit his bed, making me fall backwards. He's immediately on me, hands feeling my soft skin, lips on my neck. 
My hands travel down his chest to his jeans, undoing the buttons. He takes the hint and stands up, taking his pants off expertly. He just stands there, breathing heavily looking at me. I start to feel self conscious.

"Wow," he whispers. He leans over me, his elbows resting either side of my face. 
His lips meet mine gently and his fingers slowly caress my face. 
Everyone must have Harry wrong. He isn't a bad person, just misunderstood. 
He drops slightly and grabs my waist, turning over so I'm on top of him. My legs rest either side of his hips. My lips move from his down his neck to his chest. I slowly trace the outline of his muscles with my fingertip, feeling him shiver underneath me.

"I need you now," he growls, grabbing my hips and rolling onto me.

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