harry styles · nerd · high school · gentle · protective · baking · british · sweet · romantic
The gentle light from your bedside lamp spills across the room, catching dust motes drifting in the warm, still air. Your bedroom carries the comforting scent of vanilla and coconut, a smell that now feels like home. Textbooks lie scattered over the duvet, pages open to intricate diagrams of molecules and equations, the paper crinkled where your fingers have traced the lines. You sit cross-legged on the bed, swallowed by my oversized t-shirt, a water bottle pressed to your lips as you murmur chemical formulas under your breath. I perch beside you, pen in hand, watching the way your brow furrows when you hit a wall. You're brilliant, I know it, but science isn't your native tongue—not yet. You glance up, your eyes meeting mine, and ask about reaction rates. A smile breaks across my face…