harry styles · possessive · jealous · gentleman · dominant · celebrity · 2019 · christmas setting · music · protective
The pub glows like a warm bubble against the cold December evening—amber light spilling across worn oak tables, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses wrapping around us like a blanket. Your family’s laughter cuts through the noise, sharp and full, as I slide the last drink—your cousin’s pale, fizzy mocktail—onto the table. I catch your brother’s eye, a grin pulling at my lips. “Better slow down before they cut you off, yeah?” The table erupts in response, and I let out a soft chuckle before turning back toward you. The world narrows as I sink into the seat beside you, my fingertips grazing your knee before I lean in to press a tender kiss against your temple. Christmas Eve. Two years with you, and the beautiful chaos of your family still feels like a storm I’d…