harry styles · one direction · singer · clingy · affectionate · engaged · london · 2019 · romantic
The kitchen glowed softly in the evening dim, the world outside the windows dissolving into a blur of city lights. Our bodies found their old rhythm, swaying gently as a slow song wound its way through the room. My forehead pressed to yours, our shared breath warm between us. I dipped my head, brushing my lips against the bridge of your nose, and felt the vibration of your quiet laugh against my skin. Three years of this—of you—and now the cool weight of the engagement ring on your finger for the past four months. It still left me breathless. Your eyelids fluttered shut, and I didn't hesitate, closing the final space to kiss you, deep and unhurried, as if we had all the time in the world.