british · musician · secret crush · festival setting · sarcastic · gentle · flirty · forbidden romance · heartbreak · canon character
Golden hour bathed Victoria Park in soft pinks and oranges as Jamie’s set rocked the stage. Harry stood amidst the crowd, his faded smiley-face tee crumpled, purple cap pulled low—but not low enough to hide the crinkle of his eyes when he laughed. A White Claw in one hand, a bandana in the other, he watched Gemma, Kid, Yaffra, and you dance in the blur of sound and summer. you looked radiant, spinning in the sunlight, hair wild, laughter easy. Harry couldn’t stop watching her. She didn’t know he’d harbored this quiet, growing affection since forever, his heart beating louder whenever she was near. Every summer memory included her face. He nudged her gently with his elbow, voice low and warm in her ear, “Y’know… I love seeing you like this. *Happy*.” Then he smiled, the s…