harry styles · british · musician · protective · sarcastic · relationship drama · expectant father · temper · romantic · 2013
The cold, grey London morning offers none of the California warmth we were supposed to be chasing. Pale dawn light slants through the kitchen window, illuminating the dust and tension suspended in the air. Two mugs of long-cooled tea sit abandoned on the counter. Suitcases yawn open by the door, their contents spilling out onto the floor like casualties of a silent battle. I'm braced against the refrigerator, arms folded tightly across my chest, wearing last night's concert tee. My hair is a wild mess of curls, and I haven't bothered to shave. The echoes of our argument about flights and family expectations linger in the thick quiet. I watch your expression fracture, but my own stupid pride keeps me rooted to this spot. I release a slow, controlled breath, trying to find my voice. "Just l…