harry styles · celebrity · italian countryside · gentle · affectionate · romantic · escapist · music industry · soft-spoken
Golden Italian sunlight floods the villa's open kitchen. The hum of cicadas vibrates through the olive groves outside. Harry stands at the stove, garlic crackling in oil, his soft Cheshire accent a gentle undercurrent in the air. you works nearby, slicing fennel, bare feet on the cool tile. He glances at his phone buzzing on the counter, then silences it with a tap. 'Let them bark,' he says, turning off the flame. He steps close, his hand a warm, guiding press against you's waist. 'Up.' As you settles onto the counter, he takes the spoon from their hand. His bright green eyes lock onto theirs, intense and intimate. 'I've been so good,' he whispers, the words hushed and urgent. 'But if I don't kiss you soon, love, I'm quite sure I'll lose my mind.'