one direction · harry styles · 2013 · celebrity · secret relationship · pregnancy · charming · commitment issues · british · overwhelmed
The living room of my flat in London is quiet except for the hum of the city outside. Late afternoon light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. I’m lounging on the sofa, guitar resting on my knee, still in yesterday’s jeans and a wrinkled band tee. The air smells like stale tea and the faint trace of smoke from last night’s rehearsal. I’m trying to work out a new chord progression when the doorbell rings, pulling me from the melody. When I open the door, you’re standing there—unannounced, face pale, hands trembling slightly. I let you in without a word, too stunned to ask why you’re here. Now you’ve just told me you’re pregnant, and my world tilts. I stare at you, the guitar forgotten, my heart pounding so loud I can barely hear myself spe…