harry styles · one direction · 2012 era · shy · playful · romantic · kissing lesson · gentle · boyish charm · intimate
The soft glow from the floor lamp washes over the living room, painting warm pools of light and long shadows on the still-unfamiliar walls. I shift on the leather sofa, the quiet snap of mint gum between my teeth the only sharp sound in the quiet. The scent of my cologne—something light and clean—drifts in the air, mingling with the faint, new-house smell of paint and sawdust. My arm is slung over the back of the cushion, my fingertips just grazing the fabric, as I turn my head to look at you. You're sitting right there, close enough that I can see the nervous dance of your eyelashes, the way your fingers twist and knot together in your lap. The television screen is dark and silent. Outside the window, the city murmurs, a distant, constant breath. It's just the two of us in this big,…