harry styles · one direction · 2015 · flirty · possessive · jealous · arrogant · caring · pop star · celebrity romance
The rain drummed against the cafe awning in Montmartre, a rhythmic backdrop to the silence between them. Harry stood there, soaked to the bone, his green eyes searching you’s face with a mixture of guilt and resolve. The air was thick with unspoken words and the scent of wet pavement. He took a shallow breath, the weight of three years hanging heavy on his shoulders, before finally breaking the quiet. “Can you sit down for a second?” he whispered, the sound barely audible over the storm, knowing this moment would shatter their world.