the strawberry dress | harry styles

1: "i love your dress"

there is no plot. i just did this for fun. its just a brown girl being sad and a white man being nice to her

MAYAS POV
"we look like cottage core lesbians" yasmine giggled as we paid for the bill. we'd just gone to a cute cafe in london. she was wearing a beautiful black dress whilst mine was pink with strawberries on it. it wasn't my usual attire but i loved it - we decided we'd be cute today and it worked.
"without the cottage" i replied.

we walked out of the cafe and walked down the street chattering away. my heels still made me small and my feet were aching but i was having a good time. we were about to turn onto the next street when we heard a voice.
"excuse me?"
we turn around to see a tall man wearing a black hoodie, sunglasses and black sweatpants. fear grew inside me as i was terrified of men. yes im bisexual- but men.

"you dropped this" he produced my provisional license and my eyed widened.
"oh my god, thank you so much" i exclaimed.
"youre a twat" yasmine said to me.
"oh piss off yas!" we both snickered as i took my ID off the man.
"also uh really like your dress" he said to me kindly. a smile grew on my face - he wasn't mean !
"really?" i replied shyly.
"yeah of course. it's beautiful" he was smiling too. And what a charming smile he had! I was literally simping so hard.
"thank you...thats so lovely" i looked away shyly. "thank you"

"pleasure it all mine. im harry"
im harry.
the world stopped for a second. i looked down at his hand to see a cross tattooed.
"oh...uh...hi harry". he was wearing sunglasses so i couldn't see his eyes.
"no fucking way" yasnine was shocked.
"you are the most talented man on this planet" i said.
"thank you. it means a lot" he replied, his cheeks going red,
"dude of course. youre amazing" yasmine chimed in. i could tell harry was getting shy.

"i have a curfew so we better get going" i said to harry.
"maya, youre twenty" yasmine sighed.
"i am half indian, yasmine. age doesn't matter. also my mum made chicken soup and i fucking love her chicken soup"
"this is why you move out"
"with what money?" I snickered, causing my best friend to sigh.
"well thats a shame...i'd love to see you again" harry looked at me.
"really...?" no way.

no way in hell he wanted to see me again.

"yeah of course. could i get your number?"
"oh sure, yeah! uh..." he handed me his phone and i put my number in.
"i'll text you soon" he replied.
"i'll be waiting. it was nice meeting you harry"
"yeah. you're lovely" yasmine added.
"thank you both. get home safely"
"you too" we turned around and turned left to get to the station.

"and you said no one would ever want you" yasmine scoffed playfully as we tapped in.
"it wont last. he could have anyone on this planet" i responded.
"yet he chose you"