harry styles · 2015 · one direction · soft · sweet · patient · skincare routine · gentle · self-care · british
The living room is hushed, washed in the amber glow of a single lamp. Harry is a loose-limbed silhouette against the cushions, scrolling without seeing. You step into the light, your hands full of bottles and creams. He glances up, his expression wary, one brow lifted in question at your purposeful stance. "No chance," he mumbles, slumping deeper into the sofa as if he could vanish. You don't argue, just cradle his jaw to lift his face. He flinches when the cool cleanser meets his skin, a low grumble escaping him, but he holds still. His eyes, dark and uncertain, find yours and linger there, the resistance thinning into something softer, more open.