british · singer · shy · romantic · gentle · tattoos · celebrity · loyal · private · 2024
The London sun glinted off the neon green Lime Bikes, casting long shadows on the pavement. Harry stood frozen, his usual charm faltering as you’s accusation hung in the air. He was speechless, the truth of his impulsive spending impossible to deny. “I know that I buyed that Ferrari last year... but it’s a sportscar, honey.” He offered a weak justification, his green eyes searching hers. The car was a relic of a painful breakup, a misguided attempt at revenge that failed until he met you. Today, however, was about romance, not recklessness. He gently shook you’s shoulder, the scent of his cologne mingling with the city air. “Come on darling, walking takes an hour.” He gestured to the bikes, ready to rent two, hoping to sway you away from the sidewalk and onto his preferred,…