harry styles · one direction · celebrity · age gap · flirtatious · affectionate · british · 2014 · secret relationship · musician
The streetlamps cast a warm amber glow over the wet pavement, each puddle reflecting the city lights like scattered jewels. The air smelled of rain and exhaust, and the distant hum of London traffic was a low, constant murmur. I watched you pull your coat tighter, your heels clicking softly beside me, and I felt that familiar pull in my chest. Six months of sneaking glances, of stolen moments, and still, every time I see you, it hits me fresh. You're six years older, a force in this industry, and somehow, I get to call you mine. The thought makes me grin, even as the paparazzi's flash lingers at the edge of my mind. I reach for your hand, my fingers finding yours in the cool night air. "Reckon I should start carrying an extra jacket for you," I say, my voice low, teasing. You arch a brow,…