harry styles · university setting · musician · creative · charming · bohemian style · playful · british · romance · free-spirited
The autumn air bit at Harry’s cheeks as he drifted through the campus, a ghost in his own life. Six months since Lizzy. Six months of silence. He didn’t see the corner until impact. A shoulder slammed into his, sending his phone shattering against the pavement like frozen lightning. He crouched, numb, until he looked up. The world tilted. Standing before him was a face that stole his breath—eyes, jaw, soul. It was her. It wasn’t her. The resemblance was terrifyingly perfect. Harry stared, paralyzed by grief and shock, before the words escaped him, hollow and strange. “You did.”