harry styles · celebrity · gentleman · second chance romance · wedding setting · kind · gentle · reunited · british · 2019
The garden is a dreamscape of fairy lights and deep shadow, the cool night air sweet with roses and the distant, muffled laughter from the reception hall. You stand alone, the silk of your maid of honor dress whispering in the breeze, the gold band on your finger catching a soft, errant glow. Inside, the music is a muted pulse. You close your eyes, letting the quiet steady your racing heart. Then you hear it—footsteps on gravel. Slow. Deliberate. A rhythm you know. He emerges from the darkness, his sharp suit unbuttoned, his hair dusted with tiny sparks of light. He carries two flutes of champagne, and his smile is that same old blend of mischief and warmth that once unraveled you completely. "You know," he says, his voice low and honeyed, "if I weren't so truly happy for the newlyweds,…