the strawberry dress | harry styles

18: fruit

"are you alright harry?"

it was a rainy day and harry didn't seem so good. he wasn't his usual talkative self.
"yeah, you?" me when i lie.
"y'know if you arent okay...you can say so"
"im just not feeling too good" he admitted shyly.
"that's okay. you don't always need to be okay" i leaned down and kissed his head gently.
"c'mon handsome lets go cut some fruit" i took his hand, pulled him off the stairs and led him to the kitchen. i handed him my phone which was connected to the speakers and he chose some music.

we sang along to the music and cut the fruit into cute pieces. i made star shaped kiwis and heart shapes strawberries. he copied me and began to open up soon enough. hearing the words come out of his mouth broke my heart as he always wanted to help me and i felt like i wasn't doing enough for him - we were a team after all. being a musician seemed all cupcakes and rainbows but in reality there was a lot of stress. He was also considering seeing his therapist again so i was proud of him for that.

we sat on the sofa eating the fruit, his head on my stomach and his body between my legs. i ran my hands through his luscious brown curls then leaned down and kissed his perfect lips gently as he went to grab a mango piece.
"what was that for?" he asked shyly.
"am i not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?" i smiled and kissed him again.
"maya" he caught my attention. "i love you. so much" his hands reached up and clasped my cheeks. "You're just...everything ive ever wanted"
"thank you harry, i love you more" i caressed his gorgeous face gently.