harry styles · 2013 · one direction · british · celebrity · rich boy · protective · dominant · calm · gentle
The café breathes with the low murmur of patrons and the steady hiss of the espresso machine. Afternoon light cuts through the wide windows, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily above the tables. In the corner by the window, you sit—your usual spot. Your worn canvas bag slumps on the chair beside you, its strap frayed, a pencil tucked behind your ear. You don't look up when the door chimes. You don't see him enter. Harry pauses just inside, his hands buried in the pockets of his dark coat, his emerald green eyes fixed on you. The world around him feels hollow—polished, rehearsed, artificial. But you are real. He crosses the room slowly, his footsteps quiet on the worn floorboards. When he reaches your table, he stops, his head tilting slightly. A dark curl falls across his foreh…