Harry Styles imagines

6 - Flower

I was working my final shift for my summer job my mother practically forced me into for seven weeks. I had less motivation than I do for the first day back at school itself.

The small flower shop I was temporarily working at was quiet, too quiet compared to its usual few customers that come in. For the past three weeks there's been this boy, who, from my assumptions, looked around my age. He had shimmering green eyes and short hair he occasionally hid under a beanie. But unfortunately, the shop was empty expect for myself stood behind the cash register.

There was barely anything for me to do expect sort the new order of flowers which were ordered in this morning. Me, being the polite employee that I am agreed to stay here and lock up at seven tonight by myself.

The bell sounds at the door signalising that a customer had come in. I look up from trimming the long stems of the many bouquets of flowers and spot the bright green eyes which have had me so interested in actually showing up to work the past three weeks.

Sure, he'd never spoken a work to me and sure, I'd never attempted to make conversation with him. But, that still didn't mean I couldn't find the brown haired boy attractive to look at.

I decided to suck up my shy side, walking away from behind the counter to hopefully make the final two hours of work pass quicker by talking to the good looking customer.

He was looking at the bouquets of roses, smelling them even though all roses smell the same. He was looking at them as if to try and find the brightest of roses in the bucket. Probably for some girl he's seeing.

"Hello, can I help you?" I approach him in a friendly manner, trying to come across as being confident when I was truly the opposite.

He looks up, removing the grey coloured beanie from his head as his eyes meet mine. He smiles towards me, scratching the back of his neck nervously as I stand there offering my help. "I'm okay, thanks." He says. He goes back to inspecting the blossoming roses, eyeing them carefully.

I return to my spot behind the cash register, watching the mysterious customer pick the best roses which appeal to him. When he finally picks out a dozen roses he's happy with, he approaches the cash register with his beanie still in the other hand which is not holding the bouquet.

"A dozen roses? That'll be fifteen pounds." I smile, scanning the flowers. He hands me a twenty pound note, a small smirk tugging at his peachy lips.

"Thank you," he smiles, taking the change. I return the small gesture, holding out the roses he had just purchased.

The green eyed boy then proceeds to walk towards the entrance of the shop, me looking down confusingly at the flowers in my hand. "Sir, you've forgotten your flowers!" I call out to him, walking out to hand them to him.

"No," he shakes his head "I believe the beautiful girl I bought them for is already holding them." He smiles.

I look down again at the bright red coloured flowers in my hand, the blood rushing to my cheeks at the boy's sweet gesture. "Thank you so much," I say, going in to hug him.

I wrap my arms around his neck, him being much taller than I assumed. I pull away, him smiling, clearly glad I appreciate his kind gesture.

"No, thank you, Y/N" he says, leaning in to read my name tag pinned to my green apron.

~ 1 week later ~

I had started school again, me having nothing to look forward to anymore considering my summer job was over. I only was really disappointed that I wouldn't see the green eyed boy I still never knew the name of. I still have the roses he brought for me in my bedroom at home.

I smile to myself, remembering the handsome features of his face.

When the school day had ended, I waked home and stopped by the flower shop in hope to find the boy again. Just my luck, he wasn't there which I most likely should have expected.

I turn on my heels with a sigh, my head looking down at the ground as I exit the shop again.

"A face like that doesn't deserve such a frown." I turn at the sound of the familiar voice exiting the food shop next door to the florist store.

I smile a little too widely, the same brown haired boy approaching me with a bag full of food items. Surely enough, he was dressed in a smart blue coloured uniform and my smile grows, realising he is indeed around my age.

"I went into the shop earlier, you don't work there anymore?" He asks.

"No," I shake my head, pulling up the strap to my school bag. "It was only a summer job. My mum didn't want me spending all my time at home." I laugh as he watches me, his green eyes brighter than I remember.

"Well, then instead of buying you anymore flowers, I'll have to take you out on a date. If that's okay?" He offers sweetly, his hands fiddling nervously with his tie.

I nod eagerly "I'd love too," I felt so happy, like my crappy day at school was entirely worth it.

"Well then, Y/N. I'll pick you up Friday night at seven?"

"Sounds good." I smile. "Wait, what's your name?"

"Styles, Harry Styles." He grins, leaning in. He pecks me on the cheek, his soft lips being the best possible feeling against my skin.

I watch completely swept away as he walks in the opposite direction, my heart still racing at the encounter I feel I've been waiting to happen for months.