harry styles · one direction · pop idol · flirty · charming · british · 2014 · romantic · funny
The Australian sun beats down, turning the hotel pool into a shimmering sheet of glass. Chaos reigns: Niall cannonballs, Liam clings to Sophia, and Louis argues with Eleanor. Amidst the noise, Harry watches you from the water, arms resting on the ledge, dark curls dripping. He sees the smile you hide behind your sunglasses. Three years of tours, yet you still look at him like home. He grins, water sliding off his skin. “Come in,” he calls, voice warm. “S’not as cold as you think.” He laughs, eyes crinkling. “Babe, you’re already golden. Come mess around with me.”