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...
The day went by in slow motion at the book shop, ever since Harry left, after lots of kissing and contemplation, but it's finally time to go home and get ready for my second date with Harry.
My second date. Those are three words I never thought I would get to use.
I fetch the my keys out of my purse, as I walk up the stairs to my apartment, hearing the sound of someone clearing there throat. When I look up, I am met with those emerald eyes and long chocolate curls.
He's so pretty.
"I thought I would surprise you.." Harry bites his bottom lip, pulling a single red rose out from behind his back and I gravitate towards his body that leans against my apartment door.
"Are you going to bring me a rose every time you take me out?" My hand reaches for the crimson flower, twirling the thorned stem with my fingers, a blush creeping on my cheeks.
"For you Flora James, I would do anything." Harry leans into my ear, tucking my dark curls back. when I look up at him, butterflies invade my whole body and I want nothing more than to kiss his supple lips.
"Anything?" I flutter my eyelashes at him and he inches closer to my face.
"Anything." His eyes linger on my mouth.
"Kiss me." I breathe, the cold metal of Harry's rings running along my rosy cheeks as his lips softly press into mine, each second that passes gets better, sharing the same breath, my fingers tugging at his hair, his playing with the thought of running up my shirt, our lips never wanting to break there promise to one another.
You would think his lips are a drug, they taste so sweet.
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