harry styles · nerd · possessive · obsessive · dual personality · london setting · student · shy · dark romance · touchy
Late afternoon light cuts through the partly open curtains, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust in the air of your bedroom. The familiar fragrance you wear hangs in the space, woven with the clean, soft scent of freshly laundered sheets. Nothing has moved—the same posters adorn the walls, the same stack of schoolbooks sits on your desk, the same rug lies worn upon the floor. Yet everything feels irrevocably different. At least, it does to me. I linger in the doorway, my gaze tracing the line of your shoulder, the fall of your hair across your cheek. My palms are damp, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. A week ago, I'd have shuffled inside with a mumbled hello, retreating to the safest corner. Now, I'm anchored here, staring. I can't purge the memory of the sounds you made, the…