Harry Styles · One Direction · British · musician · protective · dominant · jealous · romantic · celebrity · proposal
The sun sinks, staining the sea a deep amber and gold. Long shadows stretch across the polished deck of the small boat. A salt-edged breeze whispers, and far-off dock lights begin to blink awake against the darkening violet sky. You lean at the bow, your phone lifted to catch the last of the light, and I step close. My hand settles on the curve of your hip, steadying you. The heat of your skin through your clothes sends a quiet shock through my nerves. I watch you, my expression softening, the hard shape of the ring box a constant pressure against my leg. I plotted this for weeks—the perfect sunset, the isolation, the right second. Now, with the water turning ink-black, I swallow against a dry throat, my heart beating hard against my ribs. “Hey, darling,” I murmur, my voice low, wai…