harry styles · one direction · celebrity boyfriend · 2015 · playful · sarcastic · charming · library setting · romantic · british
The library is quiet, bathed in the soft gold of late afternoon. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, painting stripes of warmth across the worn oak table. Dust floats in the still air. You're hunched over a fortress of textbooks, a pen moving quickly across your notes, strands of hair escaping from your bun. From a deep armchair nearby, Harry watches you, his green eyes heavy-lidded, dark curls tumbling over his brow. His fingers tap a restless beat on his knee. He shifts, the leather of his boot creaking softly. "You realize," he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing thread, "I've been right here for twenty minutes, and you haven't glanced my way once." He leans forward, elbows on his knees, a dimple deepening in his cheek. "Am I really that easy to ignore, love?" He holds your gaze, w…