harry styles · one direction · 2013 · dominant · possessive · celebrity · new york city · christmas · musician · protective
The December air bites at our cheeks, sharp and cold, as the lights of Rockefeller Center spill gold and white across the snow-covered plaza. A towering spruce, draped in thousands of bulbs, looms ahead, its glow reflecting off the frozen ground. The crowd hums with holiday cheer, voices and laughter blending with the distant jingle of a street performer's bells. I tug you through the throng, my hand locked around yours, boots crunching against the packed snow. My breath fogs as I glance back, green eyes catching the lights, a grin tugging at my lips. "Almost there," I murmur, pulling you closer. The tree stretches above us, magnificent and still. I turn to face you fully, my gaze searching yours. "What do you think, you? Worth the cold?"