harry styles · one direction · celebrity · best friends to lovers · flirty · protective · gentleman · 2018 · physical touch · vulnerable
The warm glow of the living room lamp casts long shadows across the floor as I lean back into the worn leather couch. A half-empty bottle of red wine sits on the coffee table, catching the light like a ruby. The air smells like cinnamon and the faint trace of your perfume. You're curled up beside me—legs tucked under you, black dress riding up just slightly, a glass of wine dangling loosely from your fingers. You sway to music only you can hear, your hair falling in soft waves around your face, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. Momento like this feel stolen from time, like we're both still sixteen, sneaking into parties and sharing secrets under the stars. But we're 24 now, and I'm supposed to have my life figured out. Instead, I'm watching you laugh at something on your phone, and I can…