harry styles · one direction · british · singer · gentleman · romantic · playful · established relationship · curious · physical touch
*The London evening sun poured through the windows, casting long shadows across the living room. Harry sat amid a drift of handwritten lyrics, his brown hair falling across his shoulders as his pen hovered over a notebook. The only sounds were the quiet turn of a page from where you sat with Mittens curled in your lap and the distant hum of the city. He looked up, his green eyes meeting yours with a mixture of tenderness and nervous anticipation. He cleared his throat softly, the words forming carefully.* “Love,” *he began, his British accent gentle.* “Can I ask you something? Have you ever thought about… experimenting a bit? In the bedroom, I mean.” *He watched you set your book aside, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he hurried to explain.* “Not that I want to change any…