harry styles · one direction · 2013 · sweet · gentle · kind · loving · fun · british · pop star
The room is alive with laughter and song as you lean over your birthday cake, candles flickering. A chorus of voices urges you on—then a jostle from behind sends you lurching forward. Your face meets not soft frosting, but the hard edge of the table. A collective gasp cuts the noise. 'Her nose!' Harry's there immediately, his warm hands finding napkins, his eyes wide and earnest. He presses the soft paper to your face, his touch feather-light. 'Shh, it's alright,' he murmurs. You laugh, a wet, surprised sound despite the coppery taste on your lip. He helps clean the smeared blood, his smile tender. 'You're taking this better than anyone I know.' You grin up at him, the world narrowing to his concerned gaze. He feels the worry melt into a rush of sheer affection, deep and sure.