Random Harry Styles Short Stories || Completed!

Wild Flower Lightning Storm

She hated the rain. Ever since she was a little girl, the rain was her least favorite aspect of the fluctuating European weather. She didn't care for the violent strikes of lightning, rather settling for a few snowstorms or dry spells. Anything but the rain.

The flat was bare except for a bed and a few canvas shots of Harry on tour. They had moved in a few weeks back, taking advantage of the break in schedule and flying back to England last minute. It was unfortunate that lockdown was put into place just three days after they arrived, but America was becoming bleak anyways.

Harry had just gone out for some Nandos when the sky got dark with storm clouds. She had tried to keep a brave face as he left, she was twenty-three for fucks sake, but after half an hour the grey clouds had converted to strikes of thunder, and she regretted sending him off for some food.

English rainstorms were different then the few showers she had experienced in California. It was warmer their, like droplets of sunshine on her windowpanes. The sun always came out shortly after too, creating rainbows over palm trees and soaking the mostly artificial lawns. That's what she loved about LA, it hardly ever rained, and when it did, it was dainty like vegan culture.

Pulling Harry's black jumper over her head, she went about finding blanket. They had purchased a few thick blankets days ago when they discovered their heating system wasn't the best, and right now, she fancied a cozy spot on their bed. She found a fuzzy white throw in their hallway closet, and contently retreated to their bedroom when another bolt of lightning struck overhead.

The telly hadn't been connected to cable yet, and was being propped up by their two suitcases. They hadn't gotten around to mounting it, not ever spending much time in their flat truthfully. Harry had been on a exercise kick as of late, dragging her around on hikes and uphill bike rides.

She flinched when another clap of thunder echoed around their flat. Harry should have been home ten minute ago, but it wasn't uncommon for Nandos to be overwhelmingly crowded and backed up. She wished he was here though, the bed was cold and her heart was racing.

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Harry cursed himself out when the first crack of thunder shook his car, and a defined bolt of lightning struck overtop of London. He knew his girl didn't care for rain storms, becoming clingy and wanting nothing else then his cuddles and kissed to her face. The bouquet of wild flowers in his passenger seat was perfect for his girl, sitting beside her takeout boxes.

When he pulled up to their flat, puddles had formed in his spot. Another strobe of lightning shot overhead, dangerously brightening the grey sky. It was only half seven, the sun should have still been out, but all traces of daylight had been eaten by storm clouds.

Harry took the steps two at a time, thankful for the grip on the bottom of his trainers. He got to the front door just as another crash of thunder sounded over the coast.

"Petal." He called softly, not wanting to startle her even more. The flat was quiet, and his girl was nowhere in sight.

He made his way towards the bedroom, hearing the soft hum of American voices. His hand braced the door, pushing it open softly. On the center of their hardly made bed was his girl, wrapped up in a thick blanket and sound asleep. She wiggled every few seconds trying to escape the blanket, but she looked peaceful.

Harry sighed, sitting the bouquet of flowers down on one of the boxes. He put the food down on another, kicking his trainers off and pulling his black t-shirt over his head. She was properly wrapped up in his jumper, her cheeks a flushed pink due to the heat.

He sighed guiltily. falling into bed beside her. He pulled her back into his chest, kissing at her cheeks and jawline quickly and softly. "You're home." She mumbled sleepily.

"Yeah, Petal, I'm home."

She hummed groggily, pushing out of the blanket and turning in his arms. Her lips brushed against the bare skin of his collarbone, thick eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks.

"Don't like being here alone, H." She revealed what he already knew.

Harry smoothed down wispy strands of baby hair, his cold rings brushing over her cheek, "I'm here now, Petal. Brought you flowers."

She just hummed, tracing the butterfly on his chest blindly. She peered up at him with heavy eyes, a tired smile sitting on her lips.

"I love you, H."

"Love you too, Petal."