asteroid | harry styles

preface

"Fuck it" he said, his voice low and rough, like he was teetering on the edge of something he couldn’t come back from. His emerald green eyes, usually so guarded, flickered with frustration, a storm building behind them. "I’m so done with all this shit. Done pretending, done holding it all in. I might as well do whatever the fuck I want before I completely die inside."

And before I could even process his words, his lips were on mine.

The kiss wasn’t soft, it wasn’t careful—it was raw, like something breaking open between us. His lips were cold, like he’d been walking in the rain, and yet they felt like a shock of reality against my skin. The contrast with the burning heat in my chest was electric, sending waves of longing through me, stirring up feelings I hadn’t allowed myself to fully admit until this moment.

I kissed him back, desperate, like I’d been waiting for this my entire life, and maybe I had. Every touch, every second of it, was like lightning, jolting my heart awake after years of quiet longing. My hands found their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, wanting more, needing more, as if this kiss could somehow fill the aching void that had been growing inside me.

And yet, even in that intensity, I could feel the cracks in him—the weight of everything he’d been holding in, the exhaustion. He kissed me like it was both a release and a surrender, like he had finally given up fighting the world, and maybe himself.

When we finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against mine, his breath uneven, eyes half-closed as if he was bracing himself for what came next. But for me, nothing else mattered in that moment.

Because I was utterly, helplessly, and recklessly in love with Harry fucking Styles.