TerribleTerrors13
"You don't build a future in a town you're passing through, Harry," she replied, her voice barely steady.
"I'm not passing through."
"You always are."
Harry Styles was a man defined by the exit sign. Between the sold-out stadiums, the hazy recording studios, and a life lived through a tour bus window and private jet, he was a ghost in motion. He was the man who left; she was the one who stayed behind, rooted in the hills of Arezzo like the perennials in her garden, blooming in a cycle he never stayed long enough to see.
Now he's here, claiming he's done running. But in a town built on centuries of history, can the world's biggest star finally learn how to grow roots? Or is Arezzo just another stop on a map he's already folded?