the strawberry dress | harry styles

5: the picnic

today, harry and i were having a picnic in his local park. i got ready into a white long skirt and a black baby tee. i added my black docs and started on my make up. foundation, concealer, powder, eye liner, mascara, blush, highlight.

i headed to the park on the tube and spotted harry at the station waiting for me. he was holding a picnic basket...the angel said he would plan the food and he did. i smiled when i saw him and tapped my card on the card reader. the gate opened and i ran into harrys arms. he put the basket down and held me tight. we were like that for a few minuets. we'd gotten a bit closer over time

"youre hugging me like we've never met" harry chuckled as i pull away.
"mate...i have missed you. so much" i said.
"i've really missed you too. its so good to see u" he let me go, slipped his hand into mine and picked up the basket with another hand.

we headed out of the station and walked into the park. we found a nice spot and harry put a blanket down. inside the basket was fruit, sandwiches and some lemonade.
"i-i didnt know what your dietary requirements were" he said shyly.
"harry, this is so lovely. thank you" i leaned over and kissed his cheek gently.
harry blushed and smiled to himself

I CANT BELIEVE I HAD THE GUTS TO DO THAT.

we dug into the food, engaged into conversation. he told me about the process of writing fine line and it was so interesting to hear about it all. he knew i adored fine line and despite us being friends i listened to it a lot. i confessed to him that i'd cried to falling multiple times and he found it adorable but sad.

"why did it make you cry?" he asked as he picked up a strawberry.
"oh you know...stuff" i shrugged. it was clear i didn't want to talk about it so he changed the subject and soon we were talking about strawberries.
we could talk about anything and we knew how to make it work. it was still crazy to me that i was on a date with him.

after eating we laid on the blanket, staring at the sky. it was quiet for a while till harry piped up.
"when i walked over to you that day, what did you think?" he asked me.
"when i was with my friend?" i asked.
"yeah"
"i thought you were a man who was about to ask me and her to kiss"
harry turned to me. "what!?"
"its happened before" i admitted.
"im really sorry that happened to you. it must have been so scary"
"ive had worse happen" i rolled over and faced him.
"like what?" he moved my hair away as it was partially covering my face.
"when i was seventeen, i got sexually assaulted on a bus" i said without thinking

harry was lost for words. i sat up and wiped my eyes gently. well that was awkward.

"why do i do this?" i said to myself as harry sat up top.
"its okay" he put an arm round me and i leaned against his shoulder - i may have told him i love any form of hugs and he sure did remember.
"i shouldn't have asked. im sorry" he said.
"don't be. you didn't mean any harm...i kinda blurt stuff out"
"it's alright...talking is good" harry knew me but not knew me knew me. he didn't know about my worries, fears, traumas, insecurities, illnesses...he just knew maya.

"i hate...men. except you, you're nice...i just hate it when...men" i never really talked about my experience so this was new.
"if you need anything let my know"
"thanks harry" i sniffled, playing with my hands.
"hey" i looked at him, tears in my eyes.
"happy to help. always" he kissed my forehead gently and held me close. we were like that for a while till we laid back down on the blanket and talked.