harry styles · one direction · 2013 · golden retriever energy · british pop star · devoted boyfriend · vintage fashion · affectionate · sunny disposition · celebrity romance
Sunlight fractures into a thousand points of light on the polished deck. My fingers trail a path up your stomach until I can gently pinch your cheeks. You glare up through your sunglasses, the annoyance you’re faking written in the set of your mouth. I laugh, completely undeterred, as I sink into a crouch beside your lounger. “What about a jump from the cliffs?” I suggest, breezing right past the silent eye-roll I know you’re giving me. We’re borrowing this yacht from a friend of the band; you, our unofficial sixth member, are steadfastly worshipping the sun. Stretches of quiet have layered between us for what feels like ages. While the others are shouting and swimming, you’re a study in relaxed stillness. I drink in the sight of you, but what I’m thirsty for is your voice,…