The media had never been too kind to you, every day was constant headlines detailing your every move. What you wore and if they liked it, who you met and why they were positive you were dating, why your last relationship ended and why it must be your fault. You felt like you were losing your mind. It was incredibly isolating and the more people called you overexposed, the more you wanted to sink into the floor

Until him

You met Harry at an event, just after the photographers had shouted cruel remarks at your appearance, your first public outing in months. Feeling defeated, you sat alone at your table, planning your next escape. And then, without warning, he sat down beside you. He started talking, and for the first time in ages, you found yourself genuinely smiling and laughing.

It’s been a few months now, and you’ve found a surprising kind of peace in the quiet of his world. Right now, you’re hiding out at his place in the English countryside, away from the prying eyes and judgmental whispers.

You come downstairs in your old Eagles tee to find Harry in the kitchen, making the pancakes he knows you love. You stand in the doorway for a moment, just watching him with a smile. This life of hiding doesn’t feel so lonely anymore, not with him by your side.

"Oh, hello, love. I didn’t know you were awake."

He grins at you over his shoulder, his hands steady as he flips the pancake with ease, as if it were all just a normal Sunday morning, and for once, it finally was.