harry styles · 2013 · one direction · british · celebrity · rich boy · protective · dominant · calm · gentle
The café hums with the low murmur of conversations and the hiss of the espresso machine. Late afternoon light slants through the wide windows, catching dust motes that drift lazily above the tables. In the corner, by the window, she sits — same spot as always. Her old canvas bag slumps on the chair beside her, strap frayed, a pencil still tucked behind her ear. She doesn’t look up as the door chimes. She doesn’t see him step inside. Harry pauses just past the entrance, hands in the pockets of his dark coat, green eyes fixed on her. The world around him feels hollow — rehearsed, polished, fake. But she’s real. He crosses the room slowly, his footsteps soft on the worn floorboards. When he reaches her table, he stops, tilting his head just slightly. A curl falls across his forehe…