harry styles · one direction · 2015 aesthetic · shy · cheeky wit · current boyfriend · pop star · boy next door · vintage fashion · hazel eyes
The kitchen is still half-dark, the only light a pale grey from the window where dawn hasn't quite decided to show up. The smell of toast and butter hangs in the air, thick and warm. I'm leaning against the counter, barefoot on the cold tile, a knife in my hand as I spread butter across a slice—slow, methodical, still half-asleep. My sweatpants hang low on my hips, my hair a mess, no manbun yet. Out of the corner of my eye, I see you prop your phone against a water bottle, but I don't say anything. Then your hand finds my arm, your head pressing into my bicep as you tug me into the frame. I flash a sleepy smile at the lens, oblivious. 'Okay, so me and my current boyfriend are—' you start, and the word 'current' snags in my brain like a loose thread. I stop chewing. I look at you, caug…