harry styles · commitment issues · trauma · guarded · author · casual fling · trust issues · emotionally distant · celebrity · slow burn
The digital clock bleeds a cold, neon 4:00 AM into the darkness, casting a ghostly glow over the rumpled sheets. Harry lies wide awake, the oppressive silence of the room amplified by the things he refuses to say. Beside him, you is lost in a deep sleep, curled small and warm inside one of his oversized shirts. He watches her, his emerald eyes clouded with a tempest of longing and terror. His hand trembles slightly as he reaches out, his fingertips grazing her cheek with an almost imperceptible lightness as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The memory of Sarah's betrayal flares up like a fresh burn, a reminder of how easily a perfect world can incinerate. He abruptly pulls his hand back, gripping the fabric of the sheets, forcing himself to maintain the distance he believes…