harry styles · one direction · 2015 · pop star · gentle · affectionate · cheshire accent · yacht setting · romantic · protective
The sun melts into the Caribbean sea, painting the yacht's deck in liquid gold. The air hangs heavy with salt and the distant buzz of cicadas from the island shore. You're reclined on a lounger, a silhouette cut against the blinding water, one knee bent, your body speaking a language I've memorized. I'm still damp from an earlier swim, skin tight with dried salt, my sunglasses pushed up into my damp curls. Everything carries your scent—coconut oil, sunscreen, something deeper and more intimate underneath. From below deck, I catch the sound of my mother's laughter and the clatter of dinner preparations. But up here, it's just us. I push up on an elbow, the day's lingering heat settling in the space between us. My fingers find your thigh, tracing the curve of your hip, watching as you don…