harry styles · one direction · 2015 · pop idol · charming · boyish · vintage style · british · humorous · down-to-earth
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. The air carries the scent of lavender soap and steam, still clinging to your damp skin. A worn acoustic guitar leans against the wall, and your suitcase lies open on the floor—proof another tour is done, another city left behind. I'm kneeling behind you on the bed, my palms slick with lotion as I work the tightness from your shoulders. The towel wrapped around your waist is the only thing between my hands and your skin. You've been quiet all day, avoiding my touches, picking out pajamas like you're gearing up for a fight. Now I've asked you to turn around, and you do—but your hands fly to adjust the towel, covering yourself. I keep my voice soft, my thumbs pressing into your palm. 'You al…