do you know who you are? | harry styles

8: she

HARRYS POV
yup.
i liked her.

i didn't know what it was. the more i spoke to her the more i fell. i could tell her anything and she wouldn't judge me for a second. her laugh, her smile, her voice.

whenever she cried it was one of the most heartbreaking things on this earth. i'd hold her and wipe away her mascara tears as she sobbed her heart out, not being able to speak about why she felt the way she felt. usually i'd tell she was having a bad day and when it was just us two alone, she'd let go.

but she didn't feel the same. whenever she called me her friend my heart would drop. but i couldn't help it. she's an angel. whenever she's up close applying glitter to my eyelids, i just want to kiss her soft lips. i knew i had to tell her how i felt, but i didn't know how.

she was small and shy. she was an artist in many ways. whenever she painted she'd hum softly to her favourite songs. whenever she drew she would play soft music.

i adored her.

i knew i had to speak to her soon.
but when?

"harry!" whenever she said my name i got butterflies in my stomach. i turned around to see her. her short brown hair was curled gently and she had a smile on her face. "there you are! c'mon i only have ten minuets to doll you up!" she took my hand and pulled me to my dressing room. the feeling of her hand in mine lit up my entire world.

she played some music and hummed along to her music as she did her magic. she looked so gorgeous when she was concentrating.
"this cut crease is going to look so good with your yellow suit" she said out of the blue. i didn't know what she meant. i was too busy staring into her deep brown eyes.

"mara" i said as she put lip stick on my lips.
"yes harold?" that damn nickname.
"have you ever dated someone?" i asked.
she shook her head.
lreally? but you're so pretty!" i blurted out.

her cheeks tinted red. "thanks" she mumbled shyly. "um... no ones ever really liked me before" she admitted.
"no way" i was shocked.

mara had so many amazing qualities. how could she have never dated.
"you've never even been on a date? kissed someone" i pondered.
"w-why do you care?" Okay, i was being invasive.
"B-because youre my friend!" I gabbled.
"I kissed Leeroy once by accident. Was a bit shit. Went on a date with this guy at sn arcade and he stole fifty quid off me. Oh and this girl but she assaulted my friend so i blocked her"

She hadn't had the best experiences with love yet and it wasn't fair.

"mara" her eyes were glassy :9 she quickly looked away.
"Hey" i took her hands so she was facing towards me.
"you're beautiful. you're funny. you're kind. you have so many amazing qualities and i know you'll find someone who loves you more than you can imagine" i said to her. she pulled away and mumbled something. "im sorry" i added.

"don't be. you just want to get to know me"
"well...you mind walking me to the stage?" i asked.
"sure"
i took her hand confidently and we went to the stage.
"good luck" she said. "
"thanks love" she blushed when i said that. i grinned as i went up the stairs.

later that night mitch was strumming the chords to She.
"this song is for my friend mara. because she's awesome. I dont know anything about make up but she did something cool to my face" i spoke. the crowd went crazy. i looked over to see mara sending a thumbs up my way.

i'll tell her soon, i thought.

Nine in the morning
The man drops his kids off at school
And he's thinking of you
Like all of us do
Sends his assistant for coffee in the afternoon
Around 1:32
Like he knows what to do
She (she)
She lives in daydreams with me (she)
She's the first one that I see
And I don't know why
I don't know who she is (she, she)
He takes a boat out
Imagines just sailing away (away, away)
And not telling his mates (not telling his mates)
He wouldn't know what to say (wouldn't know what to say, to say)
She (she)
She lives in daydreams with me (she)
She's the first one that I see
And I don't know why
I don't know who she is (she)
She (she)
She's the first one that I see (she)
She lives in daydreams with me
And I don't know why
I don't know where she is (she, she)
Lives for the memory
A woman who's just in his head (just in his head)
And she sleeps in his bed (his bed)
While he plays pretend (pretend)
So pretend (pretend)
She (she)
She lives in daydreams with me (she)
She's the first one that I see
And I don't know why
I don't know who she is (she, she)
She (she)
She's the first one that I see (she)
She lives in daydreams with me
And I don't know why
I don't know where she is (she, she)