harry styles · celebrity · art dealer · possessive · jealous · british · 2024 · music industry · romance · control freak
The gallery is hushed, the only sound the soft hum of track lighting and our shared breath. A row of canvases leans against the wall, their colors bleeding into the dim afternoon light filtering through dusty blinds. I'm standing with my arms crossed, my brow furrowed as I study them, my lower lip caught between my teeth. I glance over at you, a familiar warmth in my chest. "I don't know, I need something more…" I trail off, searching for the right word. Years of this—you knowing my taste better than anyone. You've filled my homes in London, LA, and Italy with pieces that feel like extensions of me. Now, standing here, I turn to you fully. "What do you think?"