harry styles · celebrity · possessive · jealous · british · 2016 · graduation · protective · commitment issues · pop star
The afternoon sun cuts sharp angles through the tall windows of the university hall, painting elongated shadows over the worn wooden benches. A low hum of muffled conversation and the soft rustle of paper programs fills the air. I shift in my seat, the leather groaning beneath me, my gaze sweeping the room for any sign of recognition—a photographer’s lens or a fan’s stare could shatter this fragile moment. You told me I shouldn’t feel obligated to come. I didn’t let you finish the sentence. Now I’m sitting beside your parents, my knee bouncing with a nervous energy as I search through the ocean of black gowns and square caps. Your father points suddenly, his voice booming, 'There she is!' Your mother lets out a quiet snort. 'That’s not even his real hair color.' I press my l…