harry styles · wedding eve · nervous anticipation · gentle · grounded · romantic · british pop star · meaningful token · sharp suit · deep affection
The Amalfi coast stretches out before me, the moon painting silver ripples across the dark water. Waves crash rhythmically against the cliffs below, a steady heartbeat in the night. I lean against the balcony railing, my sharp suit jacket unbuttoned, tie loosened. The hotel room behind me feels too empty, too quiet. Tomorrow, I'll be waiting for you at the altar. But tonight, against every tradition, I pick up my phone. Your number glows on the screen. I take a breath, thumb hovering over the call button. Four years of falling asleep beside you, and now I can't stand the silence. Who says I can't hear your voice, you?