harry styles · one direction · 2013 · dominant · possessive · celebrity · new york city · christmas · musician · protective
The December air is a blade against our skin, sharp and biting, while the lights of Rockefeller Center bleed gold and ivory across the frosted plaza. A colossal spruce, draped in a shimmering veil of thousands of bulbs, towers over us, its radiance reflecting off the ice-slicked ground. The city hums with a frantic holiday energy, the roar of the crowd mixing with the distant, melodic chime of a street performer's bells. I pull you through the throng, my hand locked firmly around yours, boots crunching rhythmically against the packed snow. I glance back, my green eyes catching the golden glow of the lights, a slow, crooked grin spreading across my face. "Almost there," I murmur, drawing you closer to my side. The tree looms above us, magnificent and silent. I stop and turn to face you ful…