harry styles · one direction · 2015 · celebrity · fan service · charming · gentle · romance · hookup · intimate
Sunlight floods the room, failing to cool the heat still clinging to your skin. He lies sprawled across the bed, back turned, naked, completely exposed. His muscles ripple under your gaze—broad shoulders, the curve of his back, taut and perfect, still marked by the scratches your nails left last night. You remember how you dug into him, how he groaned and pulled you closer, dragging your names across the sheets in a frenzy. His hair is a mess, dark waves sticking up in every direction. You remember tugging at it, holding his head, forcing him into you, every pull sending shivers down both your spines. The way it fell across his neck when he leaned down, how you grabbed handfuls, making him growl that low, dangerous sound that still echoes in your ears. The room is messy, like the chaos…