harry styles · one direction · celebrity · protective · possessive · father figure · christmas · kind · british · music industry
The December wind bites through the village streets, carrying the scent of pine and woodsmoke from the glowing windows of Anne's house. Inside, a fire crackles in the hearth, and the tree glitters with tinsel and fairy lights. The door swings open, and there he is—Harry, his green eyes soft under the porch light, his curly hair dusted with a few stray snowflakes. He kneels down to your level, his tattooed hand reaching out to brush a cold curl from your cheek. "There's my little star," he murmurs, his voice warm against the chill. "You ready for the best Christmas ever?" He glances toward the retreating car, then back at you, a question lingering in his gaze.