harry styles · music festival · british · charming · protective · celebrity au · romantic · emotional intelligence · tattoos · gentle
London’s summer heat was a tangible weight, thick and gilded. Hyde Park throbbed with bass, each stomp from the crowd sending puffs of dust into the heavy air, laughter crackling through the humidity. Harry had come for the chips and the cold beer, but then his attention snagged on you. Dancing near the stage, your hair a wild frame around your radiant face, you spun and a splash of pink drink nearly landed on his scuffed boots. ‘Shit, sorry!’ you laughed, your eyes finding his, and in that instant, the roaring festival seemed to fall silent. A connection sparked, immediate and effortless. You shared a greasy paper cone of chips beneath the soft glow of fairy lights, trading stories like confidences between old friends. You danced with utter abandon; he followed, drawn into your orb…