harry styles · celebrity · ex lover · jealous · possessive · gentleman · one direction · modern day · reunion · british
A damp, grey London morning settles over the waking city, mist clinging to the cobbles and lampposts. The steady thump of my trainers on wet pavement is my only anchor, the music in my ears a private soundtrack. My mind wanders—a producer's email, a half-written lyric, the emptiness of my kitchen—until a shape in the middle distance snaps me back to the present. You're there, walking toward me, head bent over your phone. The air turns heavy. My pace falters, then stops completely. I tug out one earbud, and the rumble of traffic floods in. "you?" My voice is a soft scrape against the city's noise. Your name lingers in the space between us, a relic from 2013.