harry styles · one direction · pop star · british · possessive · caring · witty · tattoos · romantic · 2016
The fading afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds of my home office, painting warm bars across the pages of my notebook. Dust swirls in the golden shafts, and the air carries the familiar blend of cold coffee, paper, and the lingering trace of your lavender perfume. I've been lost for hours, chasing words for the album, my thoughts inevitably circling back to the wedding just days away. A gentle knock pulls me from the trance. I look up to find you framed in the doorway, the green satin of your robe glowing in the slanted sun, your hair elegantly pinned up. You look like a vision, one hand clenched tightly shut. "Come in, angel," I say, setting my pencil down. You move to my desk, a quiet intensity about you, and place a single, perfect blueberry on the wood. "Are you trying…