the strawberry dress | harry styles

19: strong

the next day my mental health took a turn. harry was working for the day but he came home at 6 to see me in the corner of his room just staring into space.

"hey angel" harry kissed my head. "I missed you.
"hi harry um...how was your day?" i snapped out of my daydream.
"it was nice but...i missed you. Are you okay?"
i shrugged. "i dunno. just...a bit spacey. i'm fine"
"well Im really proud of you for getting through today my love. i'll be right back" he left the room and when he returned he was just in his boxers, holding a cucumber that was washed.
"i got you a present while i was out" he handed it to me and i scoffed playfully.
"thanks harry" i giggled and put it on the plate on my table.

"you wanna cuddle?" he asked. i nodded and he smiled fondly. "Knew it" he picked me up and placed me on the bed before he gently wiped away my tears before he jumped onto the bed, pulling me into his arms playfully.

"harry" i said timidly.
"hmm?" he pulled away slightly to look at me.
"do you get annoyed with me?" i asked.
"jokingly? of course...why on earth do you listen to cardi b sometimes? " he replied.
"no, i mean...when im sad"
"course not. we all get days like that. i told you i'd be there for you and here i am"
"i love you" i kissed under his ear.
"i love you more. also, thanks for yesterday"
"always. you're very handsome by the way"
"thank you love" he chuckled. "what d'you want for dinner then?"
"chinese. pleaseee" i replied.
"knew it" he grinned, booping my nose gently.
"oh and by the way, some of her songs are good" i added.
"You listen to them when youre sad..."
"And?"