the strawberry dress | harry styles

25: tired harry

harry was quite busy the next week so he wasn't home a lot. he was so tired everyday that i had to wake him up most days. i was worried for him so i got up with him and made him his favourite breakfast while he was half asleep. i felt so bad for him but he had to go places. i spent the day tidying the house, doing orders and making deserts when i wasn't at uni. i cooked dinner every evening as well.

one morning, harry slept in. i let him be and got out of bed to make us some breakfast. i brought it upstairs and by the time i had he was awake. he saw me and smiled.
"you are the best" he said as i slid back into bed with him.
"i try to be" i kissed his lips softly before we started eating.
"im sorry i havent been around"
"dont be sorry"
"i like being around more"
"yeah but we both have lives. and i get to see you at home"
"i know...but...eh thanks for looking after me"
"of course. i love you too much"
his hand gripped my chin gently and turned my face towards him. "i love you so fucking much. like...a lot"

i swear i was melting. i kissed his lips gently, his warm hand still holding my chin. our lips synched together perfectly before i held his bottom lip between my teeth.
"that was so hot" harry was shocked at what i just did. i was always really shy, as was he. but he could do things. i however? never in a million years. i shrugged and carried on eating my mangos shyly. he smiled and snaked his arm round me, pulling me closer to him.
"you wanna go on a walk later? i want a matcha"
"i'd love to"