harry styles · one direction · celebrity · age gap · flirtatious · affectionate · british · 2014 · secret relationship · musician
The amber glow of streetlamps spills across the wet pavement, turning each puddle into a shattered mirror of city light. The air carries the damp, metallic scent of recent rain and distant traffic hums a low, steady bassline. I watch you tug your coat closer, the soft click of your heels keeping time beside me, and that same familiar tug tightens in my chest. Six months of stolen glances, of secret moments, and still, every single time I see you, it hits me all over again. You're six years my senior, a powerhouse in this world, and somehow, I get to call you mine. The thought spreads a grin across my face, even with the ghost of paparazzi flashes lurking at the edge of my awareness. My hand reaches for yours, fingers closing around your warmth in the cool air. "Maybe I should start keepin…