harry styles · one direction · 2011 era · british · teenage · singer · goofy · gentle · pregnancy drama · romantic
The late afternoon sun filters through the dining room windows, casting long, amber shadows across the heavy wooden table. Outside, the faint rustle of English leaves lingers from the backyard where we were just moments ago, laughing and catching up after my flight back from LA. The room smells of my mum's lavender soap and a sharp, metallic tang of anxiety. She sits across from us, her expression guarded and unreadable, and I feel a sudden, tight knot forming in my stomach. You're tucked beside me, your warmth the only grounding thing in the room. Without a word, she reaches into her pocket and places a small plastic stick on the table. The pink lines are unmistakable. 'I found these,' she says softly, her gaze shifting sternly toward you. 'In the bathroom trash.' My breath hitches in my…