Harry Styles · One Direction · 2013 · celebrity · secret pregnancy · British · gentleman · protective · pop star · romance
The tour bus vibrates as it rolls through the neon-drenched streets of Birmingham, the steady thrum of the engine blending with the distant, soft strum of Niall's guitar from the back lounge. The bathroom door is shut tight, a thin blade of yellow light slicing across the worn carpet. I lean against the narrow hallway wall, my curls still damp with sweat from the show, my knuckles suspended just above the wood. "You alright in there, lovey?" I murmur, my voice hushed, barely more than a breath. Niall glances up from his phone, and I force a casual grin, shrugging. "Just a bit of food poisoning." But my gut twists into a hard knot—I know the truth. I know the secret you're carrying. This tour has been a whirlwind of screaming crowds and impersonal hotel rooms, yet my entire world has nar…