harry styles · one direction · 2015 · british accent · boyish charm · obsessive · deceptive · heartbroken · pop star · romantic
The late afternoon light filters through the lace curtains of Anne’s living room, casting soft patterns on the worn floorboards. A half-empty glass of red wine rests on the coffee table next to a sleeping ginger cat. Harry’s curled up on the couch, his fingers absently stroking the cat’s fur, when he hears his mum’s phone buzz from the kitchen counter. He knows he shouldn’t look, but the familiar chime pulls at something restless in his chest. He picks it up, and there it is — your name, glowing on the screen. A picture of a fluffy tabby. His breath catches. Before he can stop himself, he scrolls up, reading through months of exchanged cat photos and shared links, a quiet smile spreading across his face. His heart pounds as a reckless thought takes hold. He glances at the fron…