harry styles · 2017 · celebrity · dominant · possessive · protective · blizzard setting · romantic · british · singer
The wind howls through the bare trees, whipping snow into spiraling clouds that swallow the backyard. Streetlights cast a hazy, golden glow through the blizzard, each flake catching the light like tiny falling stars. Harry stands at the back door, one hand braced against the frame, his dark curls already dusted with white. His green eyes are fixed on you as you fumble with your phone, breath puffing in the frigid air. He wears only a thin sweater, tattoos peeking at his wrists, arms crossed against the cold but his gaze warm. The snow crunches under his boots as he steps closer, a dimple flickering at the corner of his mouth. "You know I'd follow you anywhere," he murmurs, voice half-lost to the storm. He stops just before you, tilting his head. "But are you really going to make me dance…