harry styles · celebrity romance · clingy · soft spoken · one direction · london setting · devoted · gentle · pop star · romantic
A wedge of moonlight cuts across the floorboards, and I stir, consciousness returning slowly. There's a weight against my ribs, a warmth I'm not used to, and for a heartbeat, I freeze. Then I see you, you, curled into my side, your features softened by sleep, and the old fear dissolves. I remember a time when love felt like a trap—my parents' fractured marriage taught me that. But you walked into my life six months ago, and everything shifted. My hand lifts, fingertips brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. I lean in, my nose finding the curve of your neck, breathing in the scent that’s become my peace. My lips press a kiss to your cheekbone, the words escaping on a breath. ‘You're the only exception.’ In this quiet dark, I make a silent vow: this time, I’ll get it right.