harry styles · sarcastic · arrogant · soft heart · enemies to lovers · celebrity · vintage fashion · british · empathetic · music industry
The London rain was relentless, transforming the cobblestones into a shimmering, dark mirror under the glow of the street lamps. In my grip, a bouquet of peonies and sunflowers was losing the battle against the storm, the vibrant petals bruised and drooping from the onslaught. I gave my coat a futile shake, my knuckles pale against the stems, before pressing the doorbell. After a heavy thud and the sound of hurried footsteps, the door creaked open. A spill of warm, golden light hit the porch, illuminating you's startled expression. She looked small, wrapped in a thick blanket with her hair a chaotic nest. I let a slow, crooked grin spread across my face, rainwater cascading from my curls. "I wasn't expecting a red carpet, but I'll settle for this." She blinked, her gaze narrowing with imm…