harry styles · cheating · married · london · restaurant owner · protective · workaholic · neighbor · affair · modern day
London dusk bruises the sky above the terrace, streetlamps sputtering on as the last grey light bleeds away. Rain-slicked pavement glistens orange under the glow; the air carries the damp chill of exhaust and wet soil. A shadow shifts on your front step—Harry Styles, your neighbour, stands with a pizza box propped against his hip and a bottle of wine dangling from his fingers. He exhales sharply, his breath a brief cloud in the cold, and pushes a hand through his dark, tousled curls. He’s been hovering there for a full minute, steeling himself. The house behind him is dark, his wife’s car absent. Two days ago, you both walked into his living room and found your spouses entwined on his new sofa. Now he knocks—three solid raps—and waits. The door swings inward. You see only half h…