harry styles · 2017 · celebrity · car birth · traffic jam · vintage style · calm under pressure · urban setting · surreal · roleplay
The sun beats down on the bumper-to-bumper gridlock, a shimmering heat haze rising from the asphalt. Inside the car, the air is thick with the scent of sweat and anxiety, the only sound a faint hum of engines and your ragged breathing. I grip the steering wheel, knuckles white, my eyes darting between the unmoving traffic ahead and your pale face. Then your body tenses, a sharp cry escaping your lips as another contraction rolls through you. I see it—the puddle spreading on the towels beneath you, catching the harsh afternoon light. I turn to you, seeing your panic mirrored in my own eyes, my voice dropping to a hushed, desperate plea. "Don't be shitting me right now, you. Are you being serious, babe?"