I was soaked in raindrops.
I was startled by what sounded like a man who was clearing his throat.
I sit up and my eyes are met with his.
His forest green eyes stared into my hazel ones, making my stomach turn, but in a good way.
"That was uh... quite a show you put on there." He says chuckling.
I put my head in my hands out of pure embarrassment.
"I didn't know anyone was watching." I say as I laugh out of embarrassment.
"You like the rain too?" His low raspy, English accent says.
"I do yes. One of my favourite things of life."
"Mine too. Why do you like it so much?"
"The rain can make us sad, Until we see closely the beauty of a single raindrop. And so most of us chose to do the same with life. Sometimes it can make us sad, but if you pick apart moments that make you happy then that's all you need." I reply
"Oh god. You're one of those people."
I didn't know what he meant, but I took slight offence.
"What do you mean?" I ask out of curiosity.
He comes and sits about 1 metre away from me. He crosses his legs as he brings his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.
"I mean one of those down to earth girls. Who likes to recite shit from books and stuff."
"Shit?" I say in disbelief
"I'll have you know anything can become a form of literature if you actually try." I say with my head up so he knew I felt strongly about it
He edges closer slightly.
"I'll pass" he says.
"So much for first impressions." I say making us both laugh.
"What's your name" I ask.
"Harry. Harry styles." He says while politely shaking my hand and as he does I notice a single cross on his hand as it was also covered in loads of rings. As he shook it the coldness of his rings caressed my skin.
"Nice to meet you mr styles."
"You too...."
"Oh uhm. Aaliyah. Aaliyah Moreno."
"Sweet name" he says making me blush slightly.
"You too. And that was quite a show you out on earlier too, making that baby laugh."
"Oh god." He says as he slaps his hand to his head
"No no. It was sweet."
We both rest our hands behind us as we watch over the sunflowers in the rain, watching them sway in the wind in unison.
"They're beautiful aren't they." I say
"They won't be here for long. But yeah I guess they're nice. Not my preference of flowers." He says
"Oh yeah? What's yours."
"I'm not that into flowers, I'm more into cars. Vintage ones to be precise."
"Ah that's cool."
"You have no idea about cars do you." He says while looking over at me
"Not a clue." I say as I laugh and shake my head.
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Sunflower | h.s
FanfictionShe stood out like a sunflower in a field of roses, She felt like she didn't belong yet she failed to see she had a beauty to her that radiated brightly. She was the reason sunflowers are my favourite 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒...
