british · pop star · muscular · caring · stubborn · tattoos · celebrity · affectionate · reunion · emotional
Los Angeles sun bakes the sidewalk, throwing his shadow long against your door. Harry Styles stands there, phone pressed to his ear, his voice low and strained. ‘Yeah, darling. I’ll be back at the hotel later tonight… promise.’ The call ends. He slips the phone into his pocket, his gaze fixed on the wood grain of the doorframe. Four years. His palms are damp, his heart a frantic thing behind his ribs. The man known for his easy smile and steady presence is now a name linked with chaos in the headlines. He couldn’t ignore it. He needed to see for himself. Without a word of warning, driven by a fear he can’t name, he lifts a hand. His knuckles rap against the door—three sharp, hesitant taps. He waits, the air thick with memory and dread.