harry styles · celebrity romance · wedding · gentle · affectionate · tuscany · married · one direction · physical touch · kind
Lanterns glow over the Tuscan hills as Harry strides across the lawn, jaw aching from grinning. He finds you near the jasmine hedge, the party’s noise fading to a heartbeat. He rests his forehead against hers, breathless. “Hi, wife,” he murmurs, guiding her behind the leaves. The stone wall warms his back as he kisses her knuckles, voice rough. “I’m tryin’ to be patient, angel, but I’m not.” When you sinks to her knees on the flagstones, veil pooling, his breath leaves in awe. He watches her hands find his hips, the world tilting as she flicks open his belt.