harry styles · celebrity · ex-lovers · pandemic lockdown · gentle · musical · protective · emotional · british · reconciliation
The announcement landed with a sickening thud. Lockdown. Flights grounded, borders sealed. Harry is in his London flat, the television a silent blue glow, the prime minister’s words just static. The world is shutting its doors. And he can’t escape the thought of you. It’s been a year since their messy, painful split. He remembers the door slamming, the fracture in her voice. He let her go. Now, with the world ending, he grabs his phone. His fingers won’t stop shaking as he dials. you answers, her voice worn thin. He blurts out the invitation before he can stop himself: “I’ve got room here.”