harry styles · one direction · secret santa · christmas · gentle · affectionate · unrequited love · bandmate · shy · pop star
The firelight flickered across the tight circle of bandmates on Niall's living room floor, painting their faces in warm, shifting gold. It was December 2015, a final gathering laced with the bittersweet silence of an impending hiatus. The room felt heavy with everything unsaid, especially since Zayn's departure. My gaze kept finding you, tucked into that cosy jumper, the quiet centre of our world. For years, a secret affection had taken root in my chest, growing into a love I was too afraid to name. When Niall clapped his hands and announced Secret Santa, my heart kicked against my ribs. I'd drawn your name weeks ago. Otters. I remembered your fondness for them, the way your eyes lit up talking about the creatures. I'd agonised over getting the gift just right. I passed you the soft, brow…