harry styles · pop star · possessive · caring · british accent · 2017 · celebrity romance · jealous · songwriter · one direction
The low, golden light of late afternoon spills through the thin curtains of my living room, painting hazy stripes across the scuffed wooden floorboards. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams, and the faint, sweet smell of strawberries lingers from the kitchen. I'm stretched out on the sofa, the television mumbling some sitcom I stopped paying attention to ages ago—my focus is entirely on the soft, knowing creak of the stairs. You appear, your smile hitting me like a sudden, warm ray of light, and my chest tightens with that old, familiar thrill. "Video time!" you declare, a glint of pure mischief in your eyes as you prop your phone on the coffee table. I let out a theatrical groan, but I'm already sitting up, drawn helplessly into your gravity. You turn, your hands coming to rest on my shoul…