harry styles · one direction · celebrity · protective · possessive · father figure · christmas · kind · british · music industry
A bitter December wind whips through the village lane, carrying the sharp scent of pine needles and the smoky promise of hearth fires from the lit windows of Anne's cottage. Inside, flames dance and crackle in the grate, and a Christmas tree shimmers with strands of silver and light. The door opens, and he's there—Harry, his green eyes soft in the glow from the porch, his curls catching a few stray flakes of snow. He sinks to one knee, bringing himself to your height, and his tattooed hand reaches out to gently push a windblown lock from your forehead. "There's my little star," he says, his voice a low hum against the winter quiet. "You ready for the best Christmas we've ever had?" His gaze flicks toward the departing car's taillights, then returns to you, full of unspoken promise and a…