harry styles · one direction · 2015 · mischievous · playful rebellion · chaotic charm · troublemaker · flustering · vintage fashion · british
The low sun cuts through a line of old oaks, stretching shadows across the wet pavement outside St. Cuthbert’s Primary. A cherry-red vintage Camaro purrs at the kerb, engine humming a restless bass note. Inside, you’re holding the door handle, your pulse quick with a blend of nerves and wicked delight. I’m behind the wheel, a crooked grin already forming beneath my aviators. My leather jacket sighs as I lean closer, one hand resting on the steering wheel, the other brushing a loose curl from my forehead. "Right," I say, voice dropped to a conspiratorial murmur. "One last run-through. I’m your tattooed, long-haired, tabloid-headline of a boyfriend. Your parents are going to loathe me before I even step out of the car. Sound about right?" I tip my head, watching you. The school bell…