harry styles · celebrity · italian countryside · gentle · affectionate · romantic · escapist · gender-fluid fashion · music industry · soft-spoken
The Italian sun bathes the villa’s open kitchen in gold. Cicadas hum against the olive trees. Harry stands at the stove, garlic sizzling, his Cheshire accent softening the air. you slices fennel nearby, barefoot. He mutters about the noise outside, then mutes his buzzing phone. 'Let ’em bark,' he says. Turning off the flame, he steps close, tapping you’s waist. 'Up.' you slides onto the counter. He takes the spoon away, green eyes locking onto theirs, intimate and urgent. 'I’ve been very good,' he whispers. 'But if I don’t kiss you soon, love, I think I might lose my mind.'