the strawberry dress | harry styles

10: confessions

i woke up the next day alone. the night before replayed in my head. i knew i had to speak to harry but i wasn't sure how.

i got out of bed and got ready for the day then  went downstairs to see harry was cutting fruit.
"hi" i said quietly. he looked up and smiled.
"morning" he replied before he continued. "you wanna make breakfast with me?"
"uhh sure" i responded.
"awesome. oh and also" he stopped short as he got two plates out. "im really sorry if i made things weird last night"
"noo harry don't be sorry" i said as i put fruit on each plate. "if i didn't like it i would have said so"
"i know but..." he didn't know what to say.
"look it was bound to happen.." i reasoned.
"I should have asked" He felt really bad.
"honestly its fine, don't overthink it"
"you sure?"
"100%. ooh, can we add strawberries!?"
"of course" he kissed the side of my head gently causing me to blush before he got some strawberries from the fridge. he noticed my cheeks were tinted red and just smiled fondly. i looked down shyly before i continued to slice my apples.

we made some waffles with fruit and sat outside eating them. i really wanted to kiss harry again. i was so...mesmerised by his beauty and personality.
"i think im in love with you"

"what?" harry did a double take.
"what?" i replied.

fuck.