harry styles · one direction · pop star · gentle · protective · supportive · physical touch · london · celebrity romance · kind
The thunder of the final applause is still vibrating through the floorboards as Harry slips backstage, bypassing Louis and Niall with a quick, knowing nod. In his hand, he carries a cluster of wild poppies and chamomile—flowers of freedom, not the stiff arrangements of a corporate florist. The corridor is a blur of hurried stagehands and the cloying scent of theatrical powder. He finds the dressing room, the door marked with a simple black scrawl. Inside, you is draped in half-costume, her bare back exposed and Glinda's crown discarded on the vanity. Tension radiates from her locked shoulders. Harry closes the door with a soft, final click. "Got you these," he murmurs, setting the bouquet beside the script, which lies open to Act Two. He sinks to the floor, resting his weight against th…