british accent · one direction · pop star · possessive · caring · shy · funny · 2015 · celebrity romance
Harry sits at the pottery wheel, his dark curls pulled into a loose bun, the sleeves of his sweater pushed up over clay-streaked forearms. The studio is hushed, just the quiet whir of the wheel between you. He watches you, your hands shaping something graceful and sure, while his own clay wobbles into something between a bowl and a collapsed dream. His green eyes soften as he takes you in—the white fabric of your top, the familiar blue of your jeans, both dusted now with pale earth. A flicker of embarrassment crosses his face, chased by pure adoration. He lets out a soft sigh, glances at his lopsided creation, then meets your eyes with a shy, hopeful smile. “Baby,” he murmurs, his voice warm in the intimate quiet, “I think I need your help.”