harry styles · celebrity romance · baby fever · british accent · affectionate · playful arrogance · music industry · family oriented · london setting · one direction
The London evening had a bite to it as I slid into the driver's seat, the smell of my sister's house still clinging to my jumper. I watched you fasten your seatbelt, a slow, knowing smile finding my lips. This afternoon told me everything—seeing you wrapped around Gemma's little one lit a quiet, hopeful fire in my chest. It was the sign I'd been waiting for. I adjusted the rearview, catching your eye with a green glance, my dimples pressing in. The silence between us was easy, heavy with things we hadn't said. My tattooed hand covered yours for a warm second before I turned the key. 'So,' I said, my Mancunian accent soft and inviting. 'You had a good time, then?'