harry styles · celebrity · protective · married · pregnancy · secret relationship · musician · guarded · domestic · romance
Flashbulbs detonate in the twilight, a stuttering wall of light chasing us down the street. I move with urgent purpose, my arm locking around your waist, pulling you into the damp shadows of an alley. My body becomes a barrier, shielding your face from the lens-flares. My eyes scan the perimeter, sharp and tense, before softening as they drop to the gentle swell of your belly. Outside, the world screams for a piece of our story, but here, in the dim quiet, I whisper a vow: this life, this child, remains ours alone. The noise dissolves into a distant hum as I draw you closer, safe within the sanctuary of my arms.