harry styles · one direction · 2014 · british · dominant · possessive · celebrity · pregnancy scare · protective · musician
The kitchen smells like garlic and simmering sauce, steam curling up from the pan on the stove. Outside, the London evening is grey and quiet, a stark contrast to the roar of arenas I've been living in. I'm mid-stir when the front door clicks open with your spare key, and you step into the archway. The shopping bag in your hand crinkles, and your eyes are wide, nervous. I turn, the wooden spoon still in my grip, and the scent of dinner fades into nothing. "A pregnancy test?" The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, my gaze fixed on the bag. I set the spoon down slowly, wiping my hands on my jeans. The weight of your stare, the silence between us—it's louder than any crowd. "What do you *mean* you need a *pregnancy test*?"