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➛ 𝒞𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝒮𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 －
𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾

𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 has posted on instagram !

𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐭𝟗𝟏 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀
𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 : foolish one (sad girl version)

－ 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝟏 : release this!!!

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝟐 : is she trying to kill us

𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐫 : she looks like she needs a hug :( i need one of the boys to hug our girl for us

𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 : nearly died when i got this notif

𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐠𝐟 : im a new ophelia listener can someone tell me why she posted this on this account of hers and not on her main?? what's this one used for?
⤿ 𝐭𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 : hi! we're all pretty new so dw!! she uses this acc mainly for covers or unreleased songs or teasers. it's all usually music related but i'm hoping she turns it into like a spam acc or something now that she's in 1d 🤞
⤿ 𝐳𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐬𝟏𝐝𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 : she uses her main to post anything and everything so it wouldn't really make sense but i'm w u 

𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 : actually sobbing into my sheets right now while this is playing on repeat.

𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐞 : her voice is so pretty. i need her to do a cover with the boys i'm begging

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝟕 : she wrote this for the hopeless romantics that overanalyse everything.
liked by 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 !

𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 : pretty !!

𝟏𝐝𝟒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 : she can't sing 🤢

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝟑 : one depresso please
liked by 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀 !

𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 : this just added 20 years onto my life

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬 : rosiesmelodies because your middle names are melody and rose i get it! it's smart
⤿ 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 : he's been staring at his phone trying to understand the user for ten minutes. thought i'd let you know
⤿ 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬 : snitch.
  ⤿ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 : i felt smart coming up with it!

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝟗𝟒𝐠𝐟 : she's actually gonna ruin the band... and with that voice 🤢
⤿ 𝐳𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤 : she has a great voice. hating because of jealousy is common, you should have it checked out. any supporter of us should support ophelia!
⤿ 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬 : treat people with kindness please. she hasn't done anything to you 

𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐲 : stumbling over my words

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝟓 : the la's are genuinely the best part of the song. she's so gilmore girls coded
⤿ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 : top 5 compliments i've ever received

𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧: cool piano skills
⤿ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 : thank u, cool guitar skills
⤿ 𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧: thx
⤿ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 : you're welcs

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                           𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒘                      𝖤𝗑𝗂𝗍

𝘇𝗮𝘆𝗻
hi

𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮
hi

𝘇𝗮𝘆𝗻
doing anything?

𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮
just taking over my mum's
flower shop for a bit
she's busy so she asked me to
help out

𝘇𝗮𝘆𝗻
sounds a little lonely
mind if i come?

𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮
like right now?

𝘇𝗮𝘆𝗻
yeah i'm bored and the guys
are doing my head in today
i won't come if you don't want
me to?

𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮
ofc you can come z
i'll text you the address

𝘇𝗮𝘆𝗻
great im on my way and
bringing my floristry book

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The scent of fresh flowers filled the charming shop, from sunflowers, to lilies, to eucalyptus. Each and every flower blended together in the warm air. Ophelia stood at the wooden counter, precisely rearranging a bouquet as she waited for Zayn to arrive. She was wearing a long sleeved, cropped blue, brown and white square neck top that she'd crocheted herself, paired with blue low-rise jeans and white kitten heels.

It had been a decently slow afternoon ─ slow enough that she was able to get away with minimal social interaction. And despite desperately wanting to spend the day in the comfort of her own bedroom reading Frankenstein; reading at a flower shop, while decorating bouquets and drinking an iced caramel latte definitely seemed like a good compromise.

As she took a sip of her drink, the ice clattering against the cup in a melodic way, her phone buzzed on the counter.

Zayn: Outside

She glanced out the large front window, spotting him standing there, hands in his pockets, looking up at the shop sign like he was second-guessing if he was actually in the right place. Kind of like a lost confused puppy. Kind of cute. Shut up.

Without even realising, she smiled to herself, walking over to open the door, the small bell chiming above her. The wind blew through her long blonde hair that she'd styled in a half up-half down with curls.

"Hi," she spoke, her london accent airy.

As Zayn looked at her, he smiled too. It was an almost instant reaction to seeing her, despite only knowing her two days. "Hey. Nice hair. I like the clip." The Bradford boy complimented smoothly as he stepped inside when she opened the door for him.

Ophelia's hand unconsciously reached for the barrette clip holding up her hair. She furrowed her brows with a light smile. "Thanks."

She let the door close behind her and walked up to the counter to continue with her bouquet of flowers, allowing him to look around. The shop was warm, filled with soft natural lighting from the windows and rows of colourful blooms.

"Nice place," he said, walking up to where she was at the counter. Watching her manage the flowers skilfully, impressed.

"thanks. My mum would be thrilled to hear that." A hint of sarcasm seeping through her words.

Zayn smirked slightly, glancing around, tilting his head as he took in the shop. "So, do you actually know what you're doing? Or are you just winging it?"

The blonde scoffed, looking away from the flowers to narrow her eyes at him playfully. "Excuse you, but I'm an expert in floristry. I could name you every plant and what they mean easily."

Zayn raised his brows. "Oh really?" she nodded in response almost mockingly. "Okay then...what do these mean?" He picked up a random flower nearby. One he couldn't even recognise himself.

"Chrysanthemums symbolise longevity, fidelity and happiness. Red ones symbolise love and passion."

"Chrysantha─ what?"

His baffled expression, paired with his words arose a laugh from Ophelia. She giggled as she repeated herself. "Chrysanthemums. You can call them mums for short."

Zayn huffed. Hiding his smile from her. "Whatever they are, here," he handed the single red chrysanthemum to her, thinking about what she just told him.

Ophelia smiled with slightly raised brows. She took the flower from him and showed a mock heartfelt look, her words displaying sarcasm, "thank you so much Zayn for a flower from my own shop that you didn't even pay for. I love it."

"Ha ha ha," he rolled his eyes, secretly appreciating her humour. "What's your favourite flower then?"

Ophelia went back to do the finishing touches of the ordered bouquet. She didn't realise how much she was actually enjoying his company. "Blue hydrangeas and pink tulips. More so hydrangeas though." Her response was simple and instant. She knew what she liked. "What's yours?"

Zayn smiled at her answer. It didn't make much sense to him but those flowers seemed to suit her perfectly. He saw her struggling to hold the paper down as she tied a bow around the bouquet, so he decided to help. Holding it down for her. "I think lilies are pretty. The white ones if we're being specific."

She nodded in approval. Purity. It suited him. "Good sympathy flowers," she commented as she finished tying the bow, finally finished with the flowers, "thanks."

Zayn nodded in response, watching as she placed the bouquet in a bucket filled with a little water by the large front window for people to see. He huffed in amusement as he picked up a small potted succulent from the counter. "Did you see how good I was at that? I could work here easily,"

Ophelia held back an amused smile as she walked back over to the counter to drink her latte, "Zayn, do you even know what that plant's called?"

"...A green one?"

"Yeah, that's what I thought. I like having such smart friends," her words came out jokingly as she admired her light pink painted nails.

"friends?" Zayn spoke up, his finger was absentmindedly drawing circles on the counter, but his entire attention was on her.

Ophelia paused. mentally cursing herself for not thinking before she spoke. she looked up from her drink slowly, her blue eyes making contact with his brown ones. "I meant─ like─ friendly. so I just assumed that we were somewhat─ but I mean i-it's up to you really."

Zayn smiled. Her nervous rambling was somewhat endearing to him. That wasn't weird right? "Yeah we're friends." The statement came out casually, but the skipped beat of his heart didn't feel anything close to it.

The blonde nodded softly, feeling a warmth in her chest as the air became slightly different. After a few moments of silence, Zayn spoke up, "good book." He pointed at the Frankenstein book on the counter. Mentally cursing himself. Why the fuck would you say that? You haven't even read the book you stupid fuck.

Ophelia smiled, her eyes brightening slightly. "You've read it?"

Zayn nodded with a smile (hopefully hiding his lie well). "Uh, yeah─ yeah, ages ago."

She smiled with slightly narrowed eyes. "Mhm. What was your favourite part?"

Zayn cleared his throat, trying and failing to discreetly pick up her book and read the blurb. Leaning against the counter like he wasn't panicking internally, "well you know─ the part where Frankenstein─ uh the doctor, not the monster─ he uh...realises he made a mistake,"

"That's half of the book Z."

The boy groaned, rubbing the back of his neck as he flicked through the pages of her book. seeing the post it's and little annotations peaking out from each page. "Alright, fine fine, I haven't read it."

She watched him with amused eyes, "why would you pretend to have read something?" she watched as he shrugged and glanced up to give her a sheepish smile. "You...looked excited to talk about it. Didn't really fancy ruining the moment."

That made her pause. She swallowed and forced the flush creeping up her neck to go back down, "you know if you actually read it, we could have a real conversation about it." Her smile never left.

Zayn rolled his eyes, but found himself still smiling. "Fine. I'll give it a shot Lia."

She raised her brows as he held onto her book. She wasn't done with rereading it, but him reading it was way more important to her, "promise?" she teased.

"Swear on my own monster creation."

She laughed softly, "you're so annoying."

"And yet here you are, still talking to me." Zayn spoke smugly.

She didn't argue with that.

But before either of them could speak up, the bell chimed. Revealing four familiar faces.

"Mate you weren't answering your phone, so we thought you died or something," Niall said grinning as he strolled inside, followed closely by Louis, Liam and Harry.

Ophelia blinked. "How-"

"You text one of us, you text all of us." Louis smirked as he walked over to the counter where Zayn and Ophelia stood, look in around the shop. "Cute shop," he took notice of how close they seemed to be standing, and the book Zayn was holding. Since when did he read? He stood in between the two nonchalantly as he smiled at the blonde girl. Taking her iced latte and having a sip, clearly boundaries weren't a thing with these boys.

"I like it." Liam said, his hands in his pockets as he took in the colourful arrangements. "Feels peaceful," Harry added. "Smells really nice too."

"not so peaceful anymore," she muttered under her breath as the once quiet shop was now filled with the unmistakable energy of five boys who didn't seem to know the meaning of an inside voice; letting out a deep exhale as she watched them scatter, picking up random flowers, poking at succulents and giggling lkke teenage girls.

Louis, still nursing her iced latte like it was his own, tilted his head at her. "Make me a bouquet?" he raised his brows.

Ophelia barely spared him an amused glance. holding out a palm for him. "Hand me a tenner and I'll get right to it."

The nineteen year old boy furrowed his brows in a frown and rummaged through his jean pockets, eventually finding an old movie ticket for footloose and an empty gum wrapper, placing them in her palm with an optimistic smile. "Please?" he tried, Ophelia was not impressed.

Zayn, who was now standing beside him rolled his eyes. "If you beg any harder mate you might as well get on one knee."

Looking at a bouquet of tiger lilies, Niall snickered and decided to chime in, "yeah go on Lou. Propose to her properly."

Completely unfazed, Louis turned to Ophelia with a dramatic hand over his heart. "Ophelia Melody Rose Everson, will you do me the absolute honour of-"

"No."

Four out of five of the boys laughed quietly, one didn't. "You're a player Everson. You don't deserve my heart."

Ophelia rolled her eyes at his dramatics, but couldn't help but let a small smile grow on her face, putting the rubbish he had placed in her hand on the counter.  "You know you're lucky I'm letting you drink my latte." He pulled a smug face that she pinched him for.

"So if you had to make a bouquet for each of us, what would you pick?" Harry asked, clearly entertained by the idea as he leaned against a nearby table of flowers.

"You want me to sum up your personalities with flowers when I've only known you like four days?"

"Exactly," he grinned.

Ophelia huffed a laugh, looking around the shop in thought,  "Okay... for Harry I'd say red roses ─ classic, romantic, bit dramatic. Also maybe Magnolias."

"Fitting." Liam nodded.

"For Niall, probably daisies. Bright, cheerful, kind of impossible to hate." He 'aww'd', pressing a hand over his heart.

"For Liam I'd say sunflowers if anything. Dependable, warm, always facing the light." He seemed to soften at her words. Keeping quiet but his face said everything he needed to.

"For Zayn...calla lilies." She smiled at him, Zayn's brows lifted slightly, curiously. He didn't question it.

And then, finally, her gaze landed on Louis. She hesitated a second longer before saying, "forget-me-nots."

Louis, watching her as he twirled the straw around in the cup with his fingers, an unreadable expression flickering across his face. "That's cute. You afraid I'll forget you or something?"

She rolled her eyes, reaching over to snatch her latte back from him. "No, I just think you're the kind of person people don't forget. For better or worse."

There was a slight pause. Not very long at all, but long enough for something to settle in the air between them ─ something thoughtful, almost meaningful.

But before it could linger too long, Niall clapped his hands together. "Alright now that we've bothered Lia and Zayn and done the what flower am i? quiz, can we please go get food? I'm starving."

Ophelia smiled at his words, moving away from the counter to go and fix up the flowers they had touched.

"Finally. Food. Yes." Liam spoke up.

"Everson you coming?" Louis asked, holding the door open for the rest of the boys as he waited for her.

She hesitated for a second, technically she still had a shop to run, but her mum wasn't here and she'd already made quite a few sales today so... she nodded, "yeah, two secs." She got her coat and picked something up before walking out the door. She locked it behind her and changed the open sign to closed. She'd come back later. Maybe.

As she put on her coat, she stopped him for a second. Louis furrowed his brows as he looked back at the small hand that held onto his jacket gently and then at her.

Taking his hand and making him put his palm out, Ophelia handed him two flowers ─ a forget-me-not and a simple hibiscus. "Don't say I never gave you anything," she teased with a small smirk before walking ahead with Harry and Niall, the blonde boy holding her shoulders and using her as a shield as Harry aimed fake finger guns at him.

Before he knew it, a small but visible unconscious smile grew on his face as he twirled the two tiny flowers between his fingers before pocketing them gently before catching up with the rest of the group.

━━━━━ authors notes !!

comeback era???
thank u for 10k 🫶

— love, ry !