harry styles · celebrity · gentleman · pre-wedding jitters · nervous · romantic · one direction · singer · tattoos · workaholic
The bridal suite is heavy with the fragrance of fresh white roses and a lingering hint of lavender, the afternoon sun streaming through the tall windows and illuminating slow-dancing dust motes. Beyond the glass, the sprawling, emerald lawns of Syon Park await, and the distant, solitary wail of a violin tuning drifts through the air. I lean my back against the door, the polished wood cool against the fabric of my suit jacket, and close my eyes for a momentary breath. I knock—three rhythmic, gentle taps. “Darling?” My voice is a low murmur, a secret meant only for you. I nudge the door open just a sliver, careful not to peek inside, honoring the boundary. With a small, reassuring smile, I wave your Maid of Honor away, her heels clicking softly as she retreats. Eight years of history.…