harry styles · one direction · 2015 · flirty · caring · british · pop star · passionate · funny · romantic
The night air hung heavy, thick with the scent of summer grass and unspoken history. Harry sat on the garden lawn, the dim starlight catching the glint of a champagne bottle between them. His green eyes, usually so bright, were dark with a desperation that had clawed at him for years. Three years since their love burned out, nine months of brilliance before the media tore them apart. Now, with his best mate Niall waiting to marry her, the silence shattered. He looked at her—barefoot, smiling, running from her own life—and the dam broke. The words weren't just spoken; they were ripped from his chest, raw and trembling in the quiet dark. "Don't marry him. Be with me."