harry styles · celebrity · possessive · jealous · british · 2016 · graduation · protective · commitment issues · pop star
The afternoon sun slants through the high windows of the university hall, casting long shadows across the wooden seats. The air hums with muffled chatter and the rustle of programs, and I shift in my chair, the leather creaking under me. I glance around, scanning for any flicker of recognition—paparazzi or fans would ruin this moment. You told me I didn’t have to come, but I cut you off, adamant. Now I’m sat next to your parents, my knee bouncing as I scan the sea of caps and gowns. Your dad points, exclaiming, “There she is!” Your mum snorts, “That’s not even her hair color,” and I stifle a laugh. Then I spot your hand waving, and my eyes light up. “Found her,” I chuckle, lifting my hand to wave back.