the strawberry dress | harry styles

26: the floor

"Yasmine, fuck off!" i ended the call and threw my phone across the room. i sank to the floor and crossed my arms, blinking back tears.

"baby" harrys timid voice spoke behind me.
"im fine" i mumbled.
he sighed and sat in front of me, his warm hands intertwining with mine.
"you had a fight with your best friend?"
"shes a shit best friend"
"hey! language!" he scolded me. he knew i was trying to swear less and offered to help.
"she is, harry! shes been ignoring me for months a-and when i take mental health breaks s-she gets mad!" i was going to cry.

"then she's not worth it"
"i know" i sniffled.
"c'mon give me a hug" he said fondly. i melted in his arms for literally ten minuets before he let me be. i sat on the floor and sighed - that was a bit shit. i crawled towards my phone and dialled the right number.
"hello?" hearing zayns voice made me so happy.
"hey. you busy?" i asked.
"im bored as fuck" he chuckled.
"wanna come over?"
"harry wont mind?"
"don't think so. he likes you - says you have cool hair"
"be there in five"

five minuets later we were laying on the floor in the living room, our heads touching. we just talked away, saying anything. how we felt, what was going on. we could say anything we wanted and everything was okay.
"you got space for one more?" harry asked timidly.
"course bro" zayn gestured for harry to join us. harry slid beside me and sighed.
"you okay?" i asked, not turning to him.
"not really" he admitted. "feel like im watching the world instead of living in it"
harry rarely opened up about how he felt so as he talked i listened to him. he wasn't alright. neither of us were.

"i love you guys" i said to the two men beside me.
"i love you too baby" harry replied.
"gross" zayn responded.
"shut. up." i hit his head before i shut my eyes and tried to stop thinking.