the strawberry dress | harry styles

7: harry cares

i went to my room and grabbed a suitcase out from under my bed. i was so fucking over everything. i threw my clothes and make up inside along with all my shoes, my jewellery, school work...how did it all fit!? I heard shouting from the main room as i hauled my suitcase downstairs. my youngest sister looked at me.
"are you going forever?" she whispered.
"Uhhh..."
"will you come back?" she asks.
"i-i don't know"

i sat in the park crying my heart out. oh yeah, i haven't told you whats happened.

my parents found out i was friends with harry, assumed he was my boyfriend and we had a fight. i then decided to just fuck off - i love being asian but God did i hate having asian parents. i was so sick of them controlling my life snd abusing me. i tried calling my friends but no one answered. texts, snapchats....nothing. i really was alone.

harry.
no.
maya, you can't call harry.
you can't tell him all this.
it's early days.
he said he was here though.
right?
fuck.
CALL HIM MAYA.

i gave in and texted him.

are u busy

i got a reply instantly.

harry: Not really, no. Everything okay?

me: i need help

harry: What's happened?

me: it's so embarrassing :/

harry: I doubt it. Do you need me to come get you?

me: yes :/

harry: Send me your location, i'll be there as soon as I can. Do you want to call?

me: im crying

harry: So?

me: :/

harry: Just keep texting if you need to. Be there soon love X

i sent him my location and half an hour later, he was here. he saw me sitting on the floor with my suitcase, my eyes red.

"Love? What's happened?"
"i didn't know what to do harry. i just...i couldn't take it anymore. i-i had to get out of there but i didn't really think it through..."
"it'll be okay" he cupped my cheeks with his warm soft hands and wiped my mascara tears with his thumbs.
"i-i didn't know who to call a-and no one was replying to me" i sniffled. "i-im scared and i just wish i didnt do that...i cant even go back! they dont want me back!"
"love, whats actually going on?"

i hate my life.

"y'know your song matilda? well...i relate to it a bit too much" i replied simply.  "and...today was the final straw after twenty years. so i told them i was leaving and unfortunately i did not think it through"
"you have anywhere to stay?" he asked.
i shook my head. my friends weren't there for me when it came to life and death. not even yasmine. i was just a university student really - and it was tough. I hadn't gotten accommodation at uni because of my parents. london rent was also diabolical.
"i-im sorry for dragging you into this. i called other people but no one replied" i sniffled.
"you have NOTHING to be sorry for, okay? c'mon im taking you home"
"w-what?"
"my home" he helped me up and took my suitcase.
"but harry-"
"c'mon love, i'll make you a snack then we can talk properly" he led me out of the park, clutching my hand.

harry clutched my hand the entire journey. we finally arrived to his house and my eye make up was a mess we got out of the car and harry pulled me into his arms again, causing me to start crying all over again.
"how bad do i look?" i looked up at him.
"you look beautiful. as always" he replied before he kissed my forehead gently.

he led me inside and heck was his place pretty.
"you have a nice house" i said quietly. harry chuckled.
"thanks love. now, there's a bathroom upstairs across the hall. take all the time you need for yourself"
"thanks" i sniffled and hurried away

"OH" i looked in the mirror and saw how horrible i looked.
"harry, i look terrible!" i exclaimed.
"as if. anyway, what would you like to eat?" he called.
"uhh..." i replied as i fumbled through my make up case. i found my wipes and wiped my entire face down then threw it away then washed my face.

harry had such a fancy fucking place. then again, he had money which he earned from being talented as fuck.

i went back downstairs to see harry had made some lunch. he saw me come back and sidled over to me.
"you alright?" he asked.
"no..." i replied awkwardly.
"love, if you want you can stay over till you figure things out" he offered.
"no, it's okay. i'll figure something out"
"you walked out of your family home without a plan" he pointed out. "and no offence, your friends suck"
"wh- what does that have to do with anything?"
"well i saw your missed call log..."

he had a point.

"by all means...stay till you figure it out. it does get pretty lonely around here" he admitted shyly. "and i like being around you"
"are you sure?" i felt really bad.
"love, i promise it's fine. you're my friend and i would do that for you"  he assured me.
"okay...well thank you. and-"
"you were about to apologise" he cut me off short.
"uhh...well yeah..."
"none of that please" he kissed my forehead gently and put an arm round me.

something about the way harry spoke to me and the fact he was a few years older than me made me feel some kind of way.

"well, happy 21's birthday to me" i sighed.
harrys eyes widened. "why didn't you tell me!?"
"i dunno. i never really celebrate"
"ahh...okay well happy birthday love. anyway" he looked down at the mascara and eye liner on his top. "i should probably go change"

"Oh god" i looked at the stains and sighed.
"Gotta admit, it looks artistic" he replied.