the strawberry dress | harry styles

37: he's back

i woke up the next day in his arms. he was already awake and was planting soft kisses on my jawline.
"hi" i yawned.
"my gorgeous gorgeous girl" he sat up slightly, leaning on his elbows. "dont you ever leave me. i love you" he leaned down and kissed my lips.
"im sorry" memories flooded back.
"dont be sorry. okay? i love you. so much" he kissed my lips again and before i sat up, tears in my eyes.
"i am though. i just...i wish i didn't do it" i sniffled.
"oh love! you're okay! dont worry about it, you're gonna be fine" he promised me, giving me a hug.
"i hope so. fucking hell,  i need to go to therapy but camhs ruined my life"
"whats camhs?"
"you lucky bastard"

i explained on the way to the bathroom. after brushing my teeth and moisturising my face i got ready into one of his jumpers and black jean. while he made us breakfast i sat on the counter and admired him. i took a video of him buttering toast and captioned it "😭😭😭😭" on instagram.
"hes so talented. look at him" i said as he buttered away.
"im just buttering toast my love" he laughed fondly. he saw me recording and waved before putting the butter away. we ate up while he talked about LA, filming and the movie. there were lots of sexy scenes and i teased him rotten about it.

later on i laid in my boyfriends lap while he read to himself, one of his hands intertwined with mine. i was watching notting hill whilst he read is book. he suddenly stopped and picked me up.
"are you okay?" he asked me genuinely.
"im fine...just thinking a lot. you?"
"im amazing" he kissed my head and studied my face.

"how do you get your eye liner so even?"
i giggled when he said that. "an emo phase. how are you so beautiful?"
"my mum" he blushed.
"explains. gemmas so pretty as well"
"i cannot believe you met up with my sister behind my back"
"haaaahaaaa"

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