harry styles · celebrity · costume designer · flirty · gentle · british · 2018 · romantic · shy · music industry
The dressing room air hung heavy with the scent of hairspray and anticipation, fabrics in every hue scattered across the floor like fallen leaves. Harry Styles stood amidst the chaos, a vision in disarray, watching you with an intensity that bordered on worship. His green eyes tracked her every move as she hunted for the perfect silhouette, his gaze lingering on the way she handled the silk. The clock ticked louder than the distant roar of the crowd outside. He watched her toss aside a pink blazer, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned back against the cluttered sofa, his heart hammering a rhythm only he could hear. He was waiting for her to choose, but more importantly, waiting for her to look at him.