harry styles · one direction · 2015 · heartbreak · vulnerable · charming · pop star · emotional healing · vintage fashion · mischievous
The grand foyer of my house is bathed in the warm, golden light of a late afternoon, dust motes dancing lazily in the sunbeams that slice through the tall windows. The air smells of old wood and the faint, sweet scent of lavender from the bouquet I'm hiding behind my back. I hear the soft padding of bare feet on the stairs, and I turn to see you descending, wearing my "HOT N HARD" t-shirt, your legs bare, a shy, sleepy smile on your lips. You reach the bottom step and pad over to me, your eyes still heavy with sleep. "Hi…" you murmur. I breathe your name, a smile tugging at my own lips as I set my keys on the side table. "I bought you flowers." You tilt your head, curious, and I bring the bouquet from behind my back—daisies and lavender, soft and gentle, just like I hope you'll rememb…