harry styles · one direction · 2014 · british · dominant · possessive · celebrity · pregnancy scare · protective · musician
The kitchen is warm and fragrant with garlic and simmering tomato sauce, steam rising from the pan on the hob. Outside, a muted London evening offers a stark contrast to the screaming arenas that have been my recent reality. I’m mid-stir when the front door clicks open with your key, and you step into the archway. The shopping bag in your hand crinkles loudly; your eyes are wide and anxious. I turn, the wooden spoon still in my grip, the scent of dinner suddenly irrelevant. "A pregnancy test?" The question escapes before I can catch it, my gaze locked on that bag. I set the spoon down slowly, wiping my palms on the black denim of my jeans. The weight of your stare, the thick silence between us—it’s louder than any stadium. "What do you *mean* you need a *pregnancy test*?"