He was the only thing on her mind. As she stands at the stove in front of her, and stares blankly into the mac and cheese that stirs in the pot...he was on her mind.
His smile and his laugh and his sweet, sweet accent. He was embedded in her brain like a stitch and she didn't want it to go away anytime soon.
She had never been so fascinated with someone. He was just so different. So kind and humble and beautiful.
He had painted nails and rings. It wasn't often she saw that on men. And he didn't hesitate to flaunt it.
And yet, she wasn't the only one thinking about the plane ride.
He had her stuck in his head. Her soft voice playing like a broken record.
Her delicate smile.
Her nails were multicolored. He remembers looking down at his chipping black nails and thinking to himself,
That's a good idea.
So, here he is, painting each nail a different color. Not so neatly, though.
He wondered where she was right now. What she's was doing at this very moment. Who's lucky enough to be in her presence.
He is so infatuated with her.
Fleur wishes she had stayed back. Maybe she'd have his number by now. They'd be texting and she could be able to get to know him more.
If only.
"Fleur, the pot's on fire."
Her eyes widen at the flames erupting from the mac and cheese. She rushes to grab a cup of water and pours it inside quickly. The fire sizzles out, leaving the once yellow gooeyness charred and black.
Exhaling, she steps back and looks over to Lavender, her younger sister.
"We can order a pizza." Fleur suggests.
"Were you thinking about Jesse again?" The small blonde smirks.
Fleur shifts uncomfortably as she looks for the pizza place number on the fridge. She doesn't look at Lavender as she speaks again.
"We uh...we broke up." She quickly replies.
"What?" The young girl gasps.
"Yeah."
"What's happening?" Maggie, the oldest Grimaldi inquires as she enters, a bag of chips in her hands.
"What're you doing here?" Fleur questions her.
She shrugs, "Got bored at home."
"You need a boyfriend." Lavender remarks before turning to Fleur, "She's here more than you."
"To watch your dumbass." Maggie counters.
"Dad could always find someone else."
"Whatever, what's going on with Fleur?"
"Her and Jesse broke up."
Maggie chokes on the chip she's eating. She hunches over and coughs up the food. After wiping her mouth, she then chugs half a glass of water before saying another word.
"What happened?!"
Fleur remains quiet. Maggie turns to Lavender.
"Get out."
"Why?!"
"Because I said so!" She shoves the girl.
"Why can't I be here?"
"Because we're adults and you're not!"
Lavender sticks her tongue out at her sister before storming toward the kitchen door.
"I want a cookie pizza!" She shouts before slamming it.
Maggie faces Fleur with her arms crossed. Fleur keeps her eyes down on the house phone as she dials the number with her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
"What happened, Fleur?"
The brunette exhales and places the phone down. She darts her eyes around before they land on Maggie.
"He cheated."
"What the fuck?" Maggie spits.
"I found him sneaking the girl out. They were in the guest room all night. While I slept in the other room."
Fleur wants to laugh or maybe throw up. It's just so humiliating.
"I could gut him. He's such a piece of shit."
"I mean he had a right. I told him."
Maggie's eyes widen, "That's even more fucked up!"
Fleur shrugs, redialing the pizza place now.
"It's just life." She murmurs before pressing the phone to her ear.
Dinner is quiet.
Lavender is still pouting over Maggie pushing her away and Fleur just didn't want to speak. Maggie was the only one who seemed to talk the entire time.
Once they're done eating, Fleur collects the dishes to wash. She does so as Maggie sits on the counter with a slice of the pizza cookie in her hands.
"If it makes you feel better, I thought I was pregnant last week."
Fleur glances at her sister before rolling her eyes.
"That's nothing new."
Maggie laughs, "True."
"I have no idea how you manage to do that all the time. I don't think I could ever get knocked up by someone I'm not dating."
"Because you're the responsible one."
Fleur beams to herself.
"I guess."
Maggie frowns, "I need a boyfriend."
"Yeah, you do." Fleur sucks in a breath.
"And so do you, shut up."
"Nope, I'm done with dating. With relationships. I don't really see the point."
"You shouldn't think that way." Maggie stares at her sister sadly.
Fleur shrugs and places a dish away.
The front door opens, and the sound of high pitched squealing rings throughout the house. Both girls turn to see June coming through the kitchen door. She holds her phone in her hands.
"You sat next to Harry fucking Styles and didn't tell me?!" She screams.
Josh is behind her, shooting Fleur an apologetic stare.
"She made me drive her here." He sighs.
Fleur wipes her hands and holds them up to June, trying to calm her down. But, June is talking a mile a minute and she can't understand a thing she's saying.
This is the impact that man has on her.
"I was going to tell you when I got home. All you had to do was wait."
June shakes her head and swallows dryly. She shows Fleur the photo on her phone.
It's from Twitter and it's of Harry. The one the girl took that got them talking.
"I'm not even in the photo. How did you—"
"I recognized your blanket." June quickly says.
Fleur pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs.
"Well, yeah. I met him and we talked and he's pretty pleasant."
She was immediately fired off with questions about how he smelled or what he talked about. Fleur could hardly keep up with what she was saying.
All she can say is, "He's just nice."
"Of course he is. He's Harry Styles."
Fleur glances to Josh and sighs.
"You can go home. I'll drive her." She assures him.
"Sounds great. Congrats on meeting June's idol before she did." He remarks.
"You're an ass." June huffs.
Josh smirks at her before heading out the door.
June grabs Fleur and inhales sharply.
"Why are you smelling me?" She groans, flicking her away.
"You were in his presence." She whispers.
"Alright, we're going home."
Maggie sits up, "You're not leaving me with the devil."
"I can literally hear you!" Lavender shouts from the living room.
"Well close your ears!"
Fleur grabs her keys.
"I'm exhausted. The flight was so long and I've had a rough couple of days. I think I deserve to go home."
"Rough couple of days? You were on a plane with Harry Styles how was that rough?"
"Frankly I don't think Mr. Styles can fix a broken heart." Maggie mentions before exiting the kitchen.
June turns to Fleur.
"Broken heart?"
"Jesse cheated."
June frowns, throwing her arms around her best friend.
"Oh, Fleur babe." She groans.
"It's okay. It's fine." Fleur laughs uncomfortably.
"You know what? It is okay. Because—"
"June, if you say I met Harry Styles one more time I will drop kick you."
June pulls away from Fleur and smacks a smile on her face.
"Noted. Let's go home!"
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