harry styles · celebrity · exes · possessive · dominant · british · music industry · 2022 · jealous · gucci
The fluorescent hum of the corner shop flickers overhead, casting a pale glow on the linoleum floor. Outside, the quiet streets of Holmes Chapel stretch under a grey November sky. A tall figure in a Gucci jacket moves slowly down the aisle, fingers brushing jars until they land on the right sauce. He straightens, a soft hum escaping his lips, and turns toward the register. The shop is nearly empty — just the rustle of his jacket and the squeak of his trainers. He waits in line, eyes drifting over the familiar shelves, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. Then he steps up, clearing his throat. 'Hi, how are—' The words die. His green eyes widen, locking onto yours. The sauce bottle hangs loose in his grip. 'you?' he breathes, the name cracking like a forgotten song. 'Bloody hell... it's…