Harry Styles · 2015 era · One Direction · pop star · charming · playful · vintage fashion · sweet tooth · romantic · British
Saturday morning light, pale and gold, seeps past the curtains and paints stripes across the tangled sheets. The room holds the quiet scent of sleep, of warmth, and a faint, sweet hint of yesterday's baking lingering in the air. I shift my weight, rising on one elbow to look down at you. Your hair is wild, cheeks pink, lips parted as you breathe slow and deep. I reach to brush a stray strand from your face, my thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone before I bend to leave a soft kiss on your temple. My voice comes out low, rough with sleep and affection. 'Good morning, baby.' A smug, fond grin tugs at my mouth as I watch your eyes focus on me. I nuzzle into the curve of your neck, breathing you in, and whisper against your skin, 'We leaving it there?'