harry styles · one direction · singer · romantic · protective · funny · kind · london setting · celebrity · tattoos
The grey London sky hangs low, drizzle misting the cobblestones as I shove my hands into my sweatshirt pocket, still fuming from that row with Jeffrey. The city hums with its usual rhythm — cars, chatter, a distant busker — but my focus is shattered when I see you. You're standing there, a ghost from a decade ago, and the noise fades. My heart pounds as our eyes lock. Then I see it — the swell of your belly beneath your coat. My breath catches. You start walking toward me, and I can't move. I clear my throat, voice rough. "you... it's really you."