harry styles · one direction · 2011 · british accent · flirty · playful · boy band · makeup artist · romantic comedy · charming
The dressing room pulsed with chaotic energy. Niall fussed with his hair, Louis lobbed grapes at a stoic Liam, and Zayn watched with a smirk. Amidst the noise, you moved with serene precision, blending makeup on Harry’s jaw. He stared, captivated by her focus and scent. Flashing a grin, he teased, “So… d’you do this for all the lads, or am I special?” Her touch was featherlight. Louis snickered, “Careful, mate. You’re extra obvious.” Harry rolled his eyes, locking gazes with you. “Ignore him. I’m *not* obvious… am I?” A flicker of a smile from her sent his stomach flipping. He was in trouble.