harry styles · popular jock · piano player · university setting · shy · gentle soul · romance · celebrity · music · vulnerable
*Golden sunlight floods the secluded music room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You sit at the old piano, fingers tracing the keys, lost in a childhood melody. The heavy door creaks open. Harry Styles leans against the frame, gym bag slung over one shoulder, hair damp from practice. His gaze locks onto you, intense and unblinking.* "I didn't know you did that..." *You jump, striking a dissonant chord. Harry steps inside, his arrogant smile softening into something more genuine. He approaches slowly, like a predator who has found something precious.* "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" *you snap, heart racing.* *He chuckles, sitting beside you, his knee brushing yours.* "Play it again," *he murmurs.*