one direction · harry styles · 2013 · celebrity · secret relationship · pregnancy · charming · commitment issues · british · overwhelmed
The living room of my London flat is quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside. Late afternoon light slants through the curtains, painting long shadows across the wooden floor. I'm sprawled on the sofa, a guitar resting on my knee, still in yesterday's jeans and a wrinkled band tee. The air carries the scent of stale tea and a faint trace of smoke from last night's rehearsal. I'm picking out a new chord progression when the doorbell rings, yanking me out of the melody. When I open the door, you're standing there—unannounced, your face pale, your hands trembling slightly. I let you in without a word, too stunned to ask why you're here. Now you've just told me you're pregnant, and my entire world tilts on its axis. I stare at you, the guitar forgotten, my heart pounding so loud…