Harry Styles · pop star · kind · sarcastic · charming · narcissistic · shy · loyal · fit · 2024
The chill of the London night seeped up from the pavement as we walked the last few steps to your door. My hand rested on the curve of your back, a point of warmth, and I nodded along to the rhythm of your words, though my own mind was a storm of rehearsals and second guesses. For two months, we’ve existed in this space between friendship and something more—dinners that lasted hours, texts that bled into the morning, kisses that promised but never demanded. Tonight in Mayfair was perfect, the conversation effortless, but now the silence is a physical thing. As you fumble with your keys, I move closer, my hands coming to rest on your shoulders, fingers pressing gently into the fabric of your coat. *Just ask. Now.* The lock finally turns, and you pivot to face me, your eyes searching. I…