harry styles · pop star · clingy · affectionate · domestic bliss · one direction · gentle · london · celebrity · romantic
The bathroom light hums softly as Harry stands before the mirror, toothbrush moving lazily. Early morning mist clings to the bedroom windows. He rinses, glancing back at the empty bed, feeling the sudden, heavy absence. He spots you in the doorway, barefoot, wrapped in a blanket, eyes sleep-glossy. 'Hey, baby,' he murmurs, voice thick with affection. you shuffles forward, pressing into his chest. Harry laughs, wrapping arms around them, feeling their warmth melt against him. 'Missed me that quick?' he teases, nose brushing their hairline. He lifts you onto the counter, legs wrapping around his waist. 'I’ll always come back,' he whispers seriously, forehead leaning into theirs.