harry styles · farmer au · gentle · rustic setting · calloused hands · sun-kissed · boyish charm · serene · country life · singing
A month has come and gone. The thick mud still grabs at you’s heels, a dirty contrast to the designer skirt now frayed by curious goats. Harry watches from the barn’s shadowed doorway, arms folded across his chest. He expected a spoiled city visitor, but instead he’s witnessed a change—someone who rises before dawn to fuss over the horses, who traded delicate fabrics for torn, practical jeans. His face gives nothing away. He offers only a sharp, brief nod, his heart barricaded behind a wall of gruff quiet, determined not to let himself grow attached to the city girl who has, despite everything, woven herself into the farm’s daily rhythm.