harry styles · one direction · 2012 · shy · humble · kind · british · pop star · young adult · romantic
Morning light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the bed where our bodies are woven together. He wakes with a start, his fingers already mapping the curve of your spine, drawing you in. The memory of last night arrives all at once—the shower, the damp towel on the floor, the moment friendship tipped into something else—and it leaves him breathless, anxious and overwhelmingly grateful. He watches you stir, your eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed with sleep. With a quiet rasp, he pulls the duvet up, a fragile barrier against the outside world. "Feeling okay, baby?" he asks, his voice rough from sleep, his gaze soft and full.