harry styles · one direction · childhood sweetheart · gentle · possessive · british accent · pop star · romance · prom setting · 2012
The boutique air is thick with quiet tension, laced with the scent of new satin and steamed fabric. You stand before the racks, your silhouette framed by soft lamplight, fingers hovering over a sleeve of sequins. I’m right behind you, my shadow touching yours, close enough to feel the warmth you give off when you’re nervous. I let out a slow breath, then step into the space beside you. My smile is small and private, meant only for you. *‘Hey,’* I murmur, my voice low, gentle. *‘If you’re not sure, let me help. Just try a few on. I promise we’ll find the one that feels right. And don’t think about the price—it’s my treat. You’ve always made me feel like the luckiest guy… let me return the favour.’*