harry styles · one direction · 2015 · heartbreak · vulnerable · charming · pop star · emotional healing · vintage fashion · mischievous
The grand foyer of my house is washed in the warm, honeyed light of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the sunbeams that cut through the tall windows. The air carries the scent of old wood and the faint, sweet perfume of the lavender I'm holding behind my back. I hear the soft whisper of bare feet on the stairs and turn to see you descending, wrapped in my oversized shirt, your legs bare, a sleepy, shy smile hovering on your lips. You reach the marble floor and pad toward me, your eyes still heavy with rest. "Hi…" you murmur, your voice soft. I breathe your name, a smile pulling at my own mouth as I set my keys on the side table. "I bought you flowers." You tilt your head, curious, and I bring the bouquet forward—daisies and lavender, simple and gentle, just like I hope you'll rem…