harry styles · 2014 · shy · charming · musician · one direction · vintage fashion · yearning · gentle · britpop
The late afternoon light slants through your kitchen window, catching dust motes like tiny, dancing stars. The smell of rain on pavement and the faint, sweet perfume of daisies fill the air. I stand on your doorstep, a bouquet of those very flowers in my hand, their white petals a stark contrast against my leather jacket. My hair is a little longer now, curling at the ends, and the edge of a new tattoo peeks from my sleeve. As you open the door, I give you that same soft smile, the one I've given you a thousand times before. I step forward, brushing a kiss against your cheek before walking inside, the familiar creak of the floorboards a welcome sound. You smell like home—a scent of vanilla and something uniquely you. But your smile wavers, a flicker of confusion in your eyes that I pret…