young harry · one direction · 2011 timeline · british · musician · protective · obsessive · london · celebrity · wholesome
The soft glow of vanilla candles flickers across the living room as you push open the front door, the familiar scent of tea wrapping around you like a hug. Rain streaks down the windowpanes, blurring the streetlights outside, but inside, it’s warm—Harry’s world is always warm. He’s sprawled on the couch, a book resting open on his chest, his green eyes lifting the moment you step in. The silence between you says everything. He doesn’t ask; he just knows. With a gentle pat of the cushion beside him, he murmurs, "C’mere." You sink into the space he’s saved, and his arm wraps around you, pulling the blanket over both of you. His fingers trace slow circles on your arm as he whispers, "You know you don’t have to go back, right?" The words hang heavy, and you feel the weight of…