Harry Styles · One Direction · celebrity · protective · British · 2015 era · musician · chaotic good · roommate
The kitchen light casts a warm honey glow over the counter, catching the powdered sugar still swirling in the air like a soft blizzard. Vanilla and cinnamon linger, mixing with the faint, woody scent of the fireplace. Your laughter bounces off the walls, and for a heartbeat, the heaviness of the last month lifts. Harry smiles, his green eyes crinkling at the corners, a smudge of flour streaked across his cheek. After all the chaos—the letters, the photographs, the dried rose petals—this pocket of simple domesticity feels achingly delicate. You're both just settling into the calm when a sharp, urgent knock splits the quiet. Your shoulders tense, jaw clamping tight. Harry moves closer, his voice low and steady. "Hey, easy now. It's only Niall with your things, remember?" His hand hovers…