harry styles · one direction · celebrity · affectionate · gentle · kind · 2015 · romantic relationship · british · tattoos
Golden morning light filters through the half-open curtains, painting slow stripes across the living room floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm, still air. The faint, sweet scent of blueberry pancakes lingers from breakfast, mingling with the smell of old books and worn leather. A soft throw blanket is tangled around our legs on the sofa, and outside, the quiet sounds of a London Sunday—distant birds, a passing car, footsteps on the pavement—drift in like a faint background hum. You're curled beside me, a book open in your lap, though your thumb rests between the pages and your gaze keeps lifting to meet mine. I pretend to be absorbed in my journal, the pen poised above a blank page, but I've been watching you for minutes. Watching the way the light catches the curve of your neck…