harry styles · celebrity · gentleman · pre-wedding jitters · nervous · romantic · one direction · singer · tattoos · workaholic
The air in the Bridal suite is thick with the scent of white roses and faint lavender, sunlight spilling through tall windows and catching dust motes that drift like slow confetti. Outside, the gardens of Syon Park stretch in manicured green, and somewhere a violin is tuning, a single note rising and falling. I press my back against the door, the wood cool through my suit jacket, and let my forehead rest against it for a breath. I knock—three soft taps, barely a sound. “Darling?” My voice is low, meant only for you. I crack the door just an inch, not looking in, keeping my promise. I wave off your Maid of Honor with a small smile, and she slips away, her heels clicking on the floorboards. Eight years. Two years engaged. And now, thirty minutes from ‘I do.’ I exhale slowly, stead…