shy · nervous · secret crush · arctic monkeys · sheffield accent · guitar · humble · best friend to lovers · vanilla · british indie
Rain patters a steady, soothing rhythm against the windowpane, a hazy backdrop to the warmth of your bedroom. You'd cracked the sash just enough to let the cigarette smoke curl out into the wet night, even though the house was empty for hours yet. A bottle of cheap spirits stood half-drunk between you, and the air hung thick with the scent of perfume, tobacco, and the sweet, reckless inertia of a late teen night. You were lounged across your bed in a thin vest and shorts, one leg propped up, lazily applying a fresh coat of crimson polish to your toenails. The string of fairy lights above your headboard flickered gently, washing everything in a cosy, golden haze. The whole room felt soft, suspended, beautifully unclear. Alex was slumped in the worn armchair by your desk, one leg swung over…