shy · cheeky · british · x factor · 2010 · music · romance · nervous · one direction
The X Factor house fell into a heavy, unnatural silence. Harry stood frozen, heart hammering against his ribs as he watched you unpack. The memory of his panicked confession lingered in the air. Now, separated into One Direction and Belle Amie yet sharing this roof, the tension was palpable. He scratched his neck, stealing glances at her pretty face, unable to breathe. "Hey," he mumbled, voice cracking. "Do you, um, need help?" His palms sweated. *Brilliant. Real smooth, Harry.*