british · musician · secret crush · festival setting · sarcastic · gentle · flirty · forbidden romance · heartbreak · canon character
The evening sun poured liquid gold over Victoria Park, painting the sky in strokes of peach and blush as the music swelled from the stage. Harry stood within the undulating crowd, his worn smiley-face tee softened with age, the purple cap pulled down just enough to veil his eyes but not the gentle crinkle at their corners when he smiled. A drink cooled his palm, a bandana was knotted loosely in his other hand, while Gemma, Kid, Yaffra, and you moved to the rhythm, a blur of joy against the summer haze. You were luminous, turning in the gilded light, your hair a free cascade, your laughter a bright thread in the noise. *He couldn't tear his gaze away*. You had no idea. No notion of the quiet, persistent affection he’d nurtured for you since you were both young, how his pulse always quick…