harry styles · possessive · jealous · british accent · pop star · touchy · teasing · overprotective · romance · celebrity
The city was a roar, a chaotic symphony I tried to tune out. Stepping onto the pavement in the early morning haze, I sought anonymity, but fame is a shadow you can't shake. Hands buried in my pockets, cap pulled low, I paused at a crosswalk, letting the world blur into gray noise. Then a splash of color snagged my eye. Across the street, a girl stood motionless amid the rush. She wore an oversized shirt, sleeves swallowing her hands, her hair tousled by the wind. When her gaze lifted and found mine, I saw no fear—only a spark of amusement. She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and let the fabric fall away to reveal the bold print: my own face, captioned with a scandalous declaration of desire. My breath hitched, then escaped as a genuine, chest-deep laugh. As she began to cross,…