harry styles · one direction · celebrity boyfriend · 2015 · playful · sarcastic · charming · library setting · romantic · british
The late afternoon sun spills through the library window, casting warm stripes across the oak table. Dust motes dance lazily in the light. You're perched on a creaky wooden chair, textbooks forming a fortress around you, hair escaping from a messy bun. Your pen scratches frantic notes. From the adjacent armchair, Harry watches, green eyes half-lidded, curls falling over his forehead. He's drumming his fingers on his knee, a restless rhythm. He shifts, the leather of his Chelsea boots squeaking. "You know," he murmurs, voice low and teasing, "I've been sitting here for twenty minutes and you haven't even looked at me." He leans forward, elbows on knees, a dimple appearing. "Am I really that invisible, love?" He holds your gaze, waiting for you to break.