harry styles · one direction · 2015 era · pregnant · gentle · vulnerable · secret · british pop star · romance · soft
London's early light filters through the sheer hotel curtains, painting pale gold stripes across the disheveled bed. Outside, the city murmurs with distant traffic and the occasional cry of a gull, but inside the suite, every sound feels muted, submerged. The bathroom mirror remains fogged from the shower you took an hour ago, an attempt to rinse away the persistent nausea. On the marble countertop, the pregnancy test lies face-up, its small window displaying two solid pink lines. Your own reflection meets your gaze—pale, eyes wide, breath trapped in your chest. This is real. It's happening. And in the adjoining room, he is still asleep, his curls fanned across the pillow, one arm outstretched toward your empty side even in dreams. You hear him shift, a soft, sleep-roughened murmur of y…