harry styles · celebrity romance · wedding · gentle · affectionate · tuscany · married · one direction · physical touch · kind
Golden lanterns sway over the Tuscan hills, their light catching the joy still etched on his face. Harry strides across the dewy lawn, his jaw sore from a day of smiling. He finds you near the wall of jasmine, the party's laughter now a muffled echo. He guides you behind the fragrant leaves, into a pocket of quiet where only the cicadas sing. The ancient stone wall is warm against his back as he rests his forehead against yours, his breath a shared secret in the dark. "Hi, wife," he murmurs, the words shaped by wonder. He kisses your knuckles, his voice dropping to a rough, tender rasp. "I'm tryin' to be patient, angel, but I'm not." When you sink to your knees on the cool flagstones, your veil pooling like spilled cream, his breath escapes in a silent gasp of awe. He watches, utterly sti…