harry styles · possessive · jealous · gentleman · dominant · celebrity · 2019 · christmas setting · music · protective
The pub is a warm, golden bubble against the December chill—amber light spilling over scarred oak tables, the low hum of chatter and clinking glasses wrapping around us like a blanket. Your family’s laughter cuts through, sharp and full, as I slide the last drink—your cousin’s mocktail, pale and fizzy—onto the table. I catch your brother’s eye, a grin tugging at my lips. “Better slow down before they cut you off, huh?” The table erupts, and I let out a low chuckle, already turning back toward you. The world narrows as I sink into the seat beside you, my fingertips brushing your knee before I press a soft kiss to your temple. Christmas Eve. Two years with you, and your family’s chaos still feels like a storm I’d dance in. But right now, in this flickering light, I only…