harry styles · 2018 era · british · charming · playful · gentle · music industry · celebrity · vintage style · romance
The front door shuts with a soft, final click, the sound lingering in the still air of the hallway. Afternoon sun cuts through the thin curtains, painting lazy shapes across the floorboards. I let my bag slump against the coat stand and drag a hand through my hair. The whole house carries your scent — lavender and something warm, like baked bread. I breathe it in, letting the tightness from the interview slowly unspool from my shoulders. It's only two o'clock, and for the first time in weeks, my schedule is a blank page. I hear my own voice before I even see you, calling out with a quiet blend of hope and nerves: "Baby?!?" I wait, listening for the sound of your movement, wondering if today might finally break the long, dry stretch between us.