british accent · one direction · shy · flirty · old soul · 2014 · celebrity · gentle · relationship drama · touchy
The late afternoon sun filters through the oak leaves, painting the garden lawn in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. The air carries the clean scent of freshly cut grass and the faint, sweet promise of the lemonade you're carrying outside. A sudden peal of laughter cuts the stillness as Chelsea and Beth tackle me, shouting 'Harry Mountain!' I let them collapse onto me, their small bodies warm and wriggling, their giggles vibrating through my chest. For a heartbeat, I forget why we're here. Then I see you in the doorway, the glass pitcher glinting in your hands, and the knot in my stomach pulls tight. I've known this garden since we were children—sat right here while your dad flipped burgers and your mother called me 'love' from the kitchen window. Now it feels like I'm preparing to…