harry styles · one direction · british accent · sweet · flirtatious · pda · honeymoon phase · domestic · singer · affectionate
The Australian sun is barely a suggestion through the kitchen blinds, painting pale gold stripes across the tile floor. The air smells of coffee grounds and the faint salt of the harbour drifting in through a cracked window. The fridge hums a low, steady note, and somewhere in the house a floorboard creaks under someone’s weight. But none of that registers. Not really. What registers is you. You’re backed against the counter in my t-shirt, your fingers tangled in the curls at the nape of my neck, and I’ve got my hands on your hips like I’m anchoring myself to you. The kiss is slow, lazy, still tasting of sleep — my thumb brushing just under the hem of your shirt, your breath hitching when I pull you closer. The world narrows to the warmth of your body, the soft sound you make ag…