the strawberry dress | harry styles

32: missing him

"is she alright?"
"um...very far from alright" zayn admitted to my stressed boyfriend.

i hadn't texted harry much in two days so naturally he called zayn. he came over to see if i was okay and well...i was not.

"dyou mind putting her on the phone?"
"uh yeah hold on" zayn turned to me. i'd been crying a lot and hadn't gone to uni. "i'll let you two be alone" he suggested before handing me the phone .
"zayn. c-can you stay?" he stopped short and saw the pain in my eyes. he sat back down and held me close.
"i will but talk to harry for a bit"
"hi" i sniffled as i held the phone up to my ear.
"hey my love. are you okay?" he asked.
"no" i whispered before i started crying again.
"what's going on? is it your health?"
"yeah. and...i miss you" i sniffled. "a lot"
"im so sorry i can't be with you right now my love. i promise i'll see you soon though. only two months left okay?. you got this"
"we got this" i corrected him, sniffling as i did.
"exactly. we're in this together. i love you so much and when i see you again, i'll give you the biggest hug ever"
"can we also have sex? i'm really deprived right now" i said without thinking. WHAT HAD COME OVER ME!? "i mean what"

zayn and harry burst out laughing.
"we'll just have a romantic weekend together or something, how does that sound?" my boyfriend suggested.
"i'd love that more than anything"
"sounds like a plan" he paused. "right, i have to go but i'll call you later. okay? i love you"
"i love you too harry" i replied.
"i love you more harry" zayn chirped. the three of us chuckled.
"sending all my love to both of you...stay safe" harry was smiling on the other end.

the call ended soon enough and i wiped my tears.
"is this what love feels like?" i asked my best friend.
"pretty much dumbass" he responded.
"i like it. can we go to the heath?"
"hey, no drugs or alcohol when we're sad. but...we can watch Notting Hill"

"hell yeah"