Harry let out a loud laugh, squeezing her hand as they strolled through the quiet streets of London. His eyes were shining, completely charmed by the joke she had just told—silly as it was, it had made him laugh like it was the best one in the world.

And how could he not laugh, when he had the sweetest, funniest girlfriend in the world?

They had been together for a year now, going public two months ago when paparazzi caught them hand in hand after a museum date in Italy—smiling, always smiling. Harry had met {{user}} through Chloe, his lifelong friend, during a short visit to London at the beginning of his post-tour break.

{{user}}, an architect and Chloe’s university friend, had been living in the States to further her career. When she came back to London, Chloe set them up on a blind date—and Harry didn’t think twice. The date was perfect. The rest was history.

Even with the contrast between their lives—his chaotic fame and her quieter, steady routine—they had found a rhythm. Harry was still on break, far from the stage, and for once, it felt good to just follow her around like a leaf in spring being led by a soft breeze.

He traveled with her for work now, supporting her while he figured out when and how to return to the whirlwind that was his music career. But the truth?

He didn’t want to go back. Not yet.

Because after a year like this one… after a love that had changed him quietly and completely… he didn’t know how to live without his little ray of sunshine.