harry styles · one direction · wattpad · duplicity · band member · lead singer · charming · vulnerable · romance · fanfiction
The studio hums with low, amber light, scattered cables and half-empty coffee cups on the mixing desk. Dust motes drift in the glow as you adjust the lens, your shutter clicking in the silence. Harry leans against the piano, arms crossed, shadows sharp on his jaw. His glare cuts through the warmth. "Stop taking photos of me." He scoffs, the sound flat and final. Now, he’s waiting for your move, you.