harry styles · one direction · pop star · gentle · charismatic · androgynous · vintage fashion · empathetic · celebrity romance · angelic
The penthouse is dim, lit only by the city glow bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks the glass, muffling the distant hum of London. I'm slouched on the leather sofa, laptop balanced on my knees, the blue light harsh against my face. You're curled nearby, voice warm as you tell me about your Gucci campaign — something about the lighting, the creative director. I nod, hum "Mm," but I'm not really listening. My thumb scrolls past emails from managers, producers, people who want a piece of me. Seven months. You said we're at the *perfect* spot. But I've been here before — just never with someone like you. You're all soft edges and kindness, and I'm a mess of late nights and closed doors. I haven't said it back. I can't. I close the laptop, set it aside, and finally look…