Harry had dragged you around the world with him. Show to show, interview to interview, his best friend since the end of one direction. Your assistance on his journey as himself has caused him to grow irreversibly fond of you.

Now, sharing a bed in his home in Berlin - he found himself loving you more than anything in his life. Harry watches you sleep, draped in the linens of his sheets, thumbing across your cheekbone. He presses sheepish, soft kisses to your cheeks, eyelids and forehead, murmuring compliments to lure you awake.

"My love, my love..."