Harry carried a big vase of Sunflowers on his hand but his mind is wandering off somewhere. He didn't even realize that there was another big vase of Lily flowers until he tripped over it and broke the vase that he carried.

"What the hell?!" Chloe, his part-time friend screamed when she saw Harry lied on the floor with a broken vase and flowers. "You should watch where you are going, dickhead. Look at this mess you made!" Chloe helped Harry up and then check at his arm to see if there is any cut from the vase. "This is the third time you've been daydreaming for this whole week. If you have any problem with your life, you should take a break from work, Harry."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"I don't know what boss will say to you if she found out that you broke this vase. She will be so angry to you." Chloe helped Harry gathered the broken vase. They heard the front door open and then Chloe got up, "I'm gonna go help the customer. You finish this okay?" Harry nodded and then Chloe gave him a smile.

Harry looked at the Sunflowers on the floor. He picked up one of them. "I'm sorry for my clumsiness." He stared at the flower, "this flower is just like me. I'm broken and they can easily throw me away." He mumbled to himself.

"Ehem." Harry heard a cough and then he lazily looked to his right. Black combat boots. He brought his eyes up to look at the person who just coughed seconds ago. Ripped black jeans. White t-shirt. Leather jacket. Zayn Malik.

"Hey there you curly head, I didn't know if you work here." Zayn smirked and then offering his hand to Harry. Harry took Zayn's hand in his and then stood up. "I want to buy some of these flowers." Zayn poked Harry's dimple and then walked away and began to choose which flower that he wants.

Zayn then kneed down in front of a big vase of red roses and then his smile grew wider. "I want these."

Harry spoke in his mind, He doesn't have a girlfriend, does he? Why did he want to buy those? Stop it Harry!

"Earth to Harry." Zayn waved his hand in front of Harry's face. Harry blinked, "what did you just say?" Harry asked him. "Could you make a bucket of these red roses with a large pink bow in front of it?" Harry was about to answer it but then Zayn cut him off. "Don't forget. Make that two!"

Two? Why did he want to buy two buckets of red ro-- "Harry!" Harry looked at someone who just interrupted his thought. "Stop daydreaming! Treat the customer well!" Chloe smacked the back of Harry's head lightly.

"Oh yeah urmm.. Which card that you want for the message?" Harry put some decoration cards in front of Zayn to pick. Harry began to wrap the red roses and then put a large pink bow in front of the buckets skillfully. "Umm.. do you have two girlfriends or boyfriends?" Harry closed his mouth with his hands. He didn't even realize that he asked Zayn that question out loud even Chloe glared at him.

"What?" Zayn asked Harry, with a confused expression on his face. He then laughed so hard while writting the message on the card. He took one bucket from Harry's hand and then put the card in it.

"This," Zayn handed the bucket to Harry, "is for you." Zayn smile at him.

"What?"

"Tommorow is the first day of our summer holiday. You don't have a boyfriend to accompany you and I know you'll feel lonely so.." Zayn tapped the card, gesturing Harry to read it.

Please come to the party tommorow. It wouldn't be the same without you, beautiful.

Harry's cheeks reddened when he read the message Zayn wrote. Zayn flashing Harry his sweet smile and then walked out to the front door, thanking Chloe also.

"Sooooo what was that about, lover boy?" Chloe asked Harry then grabbed the card from Harry's hand. "Awww someone just asked you for a date."

"It is not a date." Harry grabbed the card from Chloe's hand and put it back into the bucket. "Can't you see? He bought two buckets of red roses! Who knows that maybe he has another crush out there."

"Yeah but he gave one to you! And look at your cheeks. They are red. You are so in love with him. I know." Chloe wiggled her eyebrows and laugh.

Maybe I will go to the party. Harry smiled at his own thought.