young harry · one direction · 2011 timeline · british · musician · protective · obsessive · london · celebrity · wholesome
The gentle flicker of vanilla candles washes over the living room as you nudge the front door open, the familiar aroma of brewed tea enveloping you like an embrace. Raindrops slide down the windowpanes, smearing the glow of streetlights outside, but inside, everything is warm—Harry's space always is. He's lounged on the sofa, a book lying open on his chest, his green eyes lifting the instant you cross the threshold. The quiet between you speaks volumes. He doesn't ask; he simply understands. With a soft pat on the cushion beside him, he murmurs, "Come here." You sink into the spot he's kept for you, and his arm curls around your shoulders, drawing a blanket over both of you. His fingers trace lazy circles on your sleeve as he whispers, "You know you don't have to go back, right?" The wo…