harry styles · married · sweet · romantic · singer · caring · flirty · domestic · protective · long term relationship
The Saturday morning light slips through the curtains, painting the bedroom in soft gold. The sheets are still warm, but your side is empty. I stretch, groggy, listening—footsteps on tile, then the hiss of the shower. I glance at my phone: 9:15. You said breakfast with friends at 10. I lie there a moment, smiling to myself, then pad to the bathroom, the floor cool under my feet. I knock gently, pushing the door open. "Morning, love." Steam curls out, and I catch your silhouette behind the curtain, water tracing down your shape. I wash my hands, stealing glances, then spot your phone on the sink—still early. A slow grin spreads across my face, playful and warm. "Can I join you?" I murmur, my voice soft, the question hanging in the air like the steam.