blossom | harry styles.

messy apologies.

harry styles & precious lee as harry & rana x

Harry walks away from the stand, holding onto that paper plate of a slice. He grips onto the plate as he shakily walks, leaving a concerned Zayn behind.

They normally navigate the busy square together but today just feels like his day.

It's busier than he anticipated. A little too busy for him and that's annoying. With one hand holding the plate, he touches his badge like he wants people to read it before approaching him.

It's an indirect way of telling people to stay away and not strike small talk with him. Everyone is friendly and warm, but he doesn't need that right now.

He looks around and realises that he has lost Rana for a minute.

The stand she's headed to isn't supposed to be that far. He knows Kevin's stand and he doesn't exactly enjoy all the conversations that happen at the stand, but he appreciates a good person.

This has always been a thing he struggles with, grouping people into good or bad. That's the mistake he made with Rana and he instantly wrote her off.

It was hard digesting the image of her threatening a kid and now he learns that it was for good reason. He doesn't even know her.

Why in the world is he already bothered by this strange woman? Okay, that's too much thinking for one bloody minute and he sniffs, staying determined.

There's music subtly playing from a corner and mixing that with the voices around him is getting a tad uncomfortable. Harry remembers to breathe because that's what Zayn or his mum would say.

Someone would always tell him to breathe and it's funny because he actually forgets to breathe.

Suddenly there's a gentle tap on his shoulder and he flinches, being careful with the plate.

"Hi mate," a voice chirps behind him and he turns to see a man smiling at him.

"No...no, thanks," Harry quickly says.

"Oi, at least hear me out, we've got sauces at Lou's stand," the guy chuckles, holding two small sized jars of colourful sauces.

Harry frowns in offence and shakes his head. "I didn't ask. Thank you for telling me."

The heavily monotonous voice with a soft drawl is enough to give a hint and the guy pauses as he notices the badge that's been held onto. He leans forward and nods in understanding.

"Nice badge, mate. I know you from Zayn's stand, Blossom?" the guy asks.

"H-Harry. Blossom is the shop, not me," Harry corrects, painfully looking away.

"And I'm Louis. I run Lou's stand with my mates, are you okay?" Louis asks with a frown.

Harry's shoulders are rising up as he cringes into himself.

"I don't want to have a conversation, thank you," he replies.

"Gotcha, I'll go harass other innocent citizens," Louis smiles and is about to leave.

No, wait. Harry realises that he needs the help of someone to sort this confusing mental maze he has put himself in.

"I was following someone," Harry says.

"Like stalking?" Louis asks.

"No, that's a crime," Harry replies.

"Oh, I was joking," Louis' face falls.

"I don't understand jokes and I don't have time for that right now," Harry quickly nods in affirmation.

Louis doesn't even bother having a reaction and he chooses to be patient instead.