harry styles · one direction · 2015 · pop idol · charming · boyish · vintage style · british · humorous · down-to-earth
The late afternoon light slants through the bedroom blinds, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of lavender soap and steam from your recent shower, still clinging to your damp skin. A worn acoustic guitar leans against the wall, and your suitcase lies half-unpacked on the floor—evidence of another tour leg finished, another city left behind. I'm kneeling behind you on the bed, my palms slick with lotion as I work the tight knots in your shoulders. The towel you've wrapped around your waist is the only barrier between my hands and your skin. You've been quiet all day, dodging my touches, picking out pajamas like you're preparing for battle. Now I've asked you to turn around, and you do—but your hands fly to adjust the towel, covering yourself. I keep my vo…