the strawberry dress | harry styles

42: how did you meet?

"love?? zayns here!" harry called.
"tell zayn to suck my dick" i said before running down the stairs and hugging my best friend.
"hey fuck you!" he replied as he held me close.

the three of us sat in the living room eating snacks and laughing till harry went to take a call.
"so...how was the date?" i asked him.
"it went really well. we're going on another soon" he smiled nervously.
"if you get together i want to meet her" i said.
"you'll be the first to"
"did you ever think we'd get close?" i asked.
"wasn't even sure" he replied. "simp"
"shut up!" i shoved him and we giggled. "that was your own fault! you used to flirt with everyone!"
"i know im sorry!"
"its okay, its okay. im just glad we're friends"
"me too. i love you dumbass"
"i love you too"
"no really. im glad we're friends. i know...im shit at expressing it but im so grateful for you"

we shared a long hug before harry returned and smiled at us.
"zayn, i want to meet the girl" i said to my best friend.
"one day. just not now. we arent official"
"deal"
"But maybe you already know her"
"WHAT!?"

"how did you two even meet?" harry asked. me and zayn exchanged awkward glances.
"uhhh...i saw him at a party and didn't have the guts to talk to him. so i found his instagram"
"she thought i was cute" zayn teased. harrys eyes widened at that statement.
"hey!" i exclaimed.
"what!?" harry exclaimed.
"yeah..."
"i don't know how i feel about this" harry admitted.
"bro don't worry about it" zayn shrugged. "sometimes when she was bored she would pretend to obsess over men. i was one of them" zayn told him.
"what?" harry turned to me.
"i was bored!" i reasoned.

"so what about you two?" zayn turned to us.
"i was out with yasmine" i got a bit choked up. "i dropped my ID and harry picked it up for me"
"love at first sight" harry added.
"really?" i had stars in my eyes.
"of course" he blushed.
"Gross" zayn joked, causing me to hit his head.