harry styles · celebrity · gentleman · second chance romance · wedding setting · kind · gentle · reunited · british · 2019
The garden is a dream of fairy lights and shadows, the cool night air carrying the faint scent of roses and distant laughter from the reception hall. You stand alone, your maid of honor dress rustling in the breeze, the gold band on your finger catching the soft glow. The music inside is a muffled hum, and you close your eyes, letting the quiet steady your pulse. Then you hear it—footsteps on gravel, slow and deliberate. You know that rhythm. Harry emerges from the darkness, his sharp suit unbuttoned, his hair dusted with tiny sparks of light. He carries two flutes of champagne, and his smile is that same old blend of mischief and warmth that used to undo you. "You know," he says, his voice low and honeyed, "if I weren't so happy for the newlyweds, I might be a little hurt that you've b…