Flora James is just a girl who can't seem to embrace her body nor love it, but when Harry Styles comes along one night all of Flora's insecurities about herself start to shatter.
A story about learning to love yourself, and letting others love you j...
I flip through the pages of a million books that afternoon at the book shop, my only thoughts being the movie playing in my mind of Harry trailing soft kisses all over my body.
"Guess who?" I hear his familiar sweet, raspy voice being whispered in my ear and feel his hands wrap around my stomach, squeezing me softly.
And the butterflies begin again and my heart flutters.
"I don't know..William Shakespeare?" I try to say in all seriousness, but end up failing when Harry begins leaving soft pecks to the back of my neck, making me giggle.
"Do you Flora James have a crush on Mr.Shakespeare?" Harry steps in front of the counter now, setting down a brown paper bag that smells of french fries.
"No of course not. i have a crush on you, Harry Edward Styles." did I just say that? I automatically blush, wanting to cover my face for being so forward.
"Well isn't that funny?" He leans in to me and I grow infatuated with the twinkle of gold in his emerald eyes.
"What?" I question, leaning in slightly as well.
"Nothing really, it's just I went on this date last night, and let me tell you she was incredible! She was so shy, she kind of reminded me of this girl I met at the bar the other night, lord she was pretty. You actually kind of look like her, but I couldn't tell if she liked me.." He sighs, a smirk playing at his lips.
"I went on this date last night too, and let me tell you, I think she really likes you." I bite my lip gently, letting it come undone as Harry's lips caress mine, the sweet taste of his minty tongue gliding over my bottom lip and then over the tip of my tongue.
It's crazy to me how i've went my whole life without kissing a single person to wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of my days on earth kissing Harry.
"This is why you didn't call me then last night?" The bell above the shop rings as does Lola's honeyed voice. Harry and I manage to break our lips away from one another's, both watching as Lola treads over to where we stand.
"Sorry Lola! I totally forgot. Um, this is Harry. Harry this is Lola, my best friend." I say shy all of a sudden.
"Hello, Harry is it?" Lola speaks confidently, like i've watched her talk to the rich men at the bars she drags me to, and Harry nods at her giving her a slight smile, but Lola wants more I guess, because she puts out her hand for him to shake.
"It's a pleasure lola." Harry says, taking her hand.
I can't help but think, maybe they are the ones that should be together. I mean they are both paper thin, perfect skin, great hair. They're kind of made for each other.
"Are you coming out with Flora and me tonight Harry?" The way she has to add his name to the end of every sentence irks me, and I flinch, because Lola and I didn't have plans for tonight.
"Um Lola-" I start, but Harry joins in.
"Oh I was actually hoping to take Flora James here out on the town. i'm sorry I didn't realize you had plans." Harry smiles at me hopefully, and I feel flowers starting to bloom in my chest.
"You know that's fine anyway. You two have fun. A couple of my other friends are going anyway." As Lola speaks, she also glares at Harry and I. I can tell she is searching for a reason as to why Harry would want to be with me and not her.
I'm searching for the same reason.
"Thanks Lola. I will call you tomorrow." I give her a smile, trying not to think to hard about the way she gleams at Harry's arms in the skin tight tee shirt he's dressed in.
"Sure. See you later Flora, Bye Harry." She sways her hips as she walks through the book shop, and out the door. For a split second I think Harry might watch her small ass and think about all the ways he could get out of taking me out tonight and taking Lola instead, but he doesn't.
"Hope your not a vegetarian! I was craving burgers!" He ignores Lola completely, rifling through the paper bag and pulling out two burgers and two fries.
"Oh no.." I mumble.
I'm hungry, but I also don't want Harry to watch me eat and think i'm some fat cow who can't get enough.
"You're a vegetarian aren't you? Shit i'm so sorry. I can go get us something else." He begins to throw the burgers in the bag and I stop him, giggling at how considerate he is being.
"I'm not a vegetarian Harry! Can't you tell?" My giggling stops as I gesture to the fat on my stomach, my whole body actually.
"Flora James, you listen to me. You are so damn beautiful and I am so damn hungry. Now eat your burger and let me take you out tonight." He mutters over my lips, not leaving my gaze and then he takes a ginormous bite of his burger, fluttering his lashes at how good it tastes, not caring that there is ketchup dripping off his stubble.
"Okay." I giggle at his messy eating and unwrap my burger, taking a small bite and thinking about the next time I will taste his lips on mine.
♡ hi i love this chapter kind of and tbh i want a burger real bad now sigh ~
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