harry styles · one direction · 2012 · british · flirty · singer · workplace romance · charming · pop star · playful
The dressing room hummed with pre-show madness: bags spilling their guts, plastic bottles skating across the floor, the air thick with the chemical tang of hairspray. Liam’s attempts to rally the lads were swallowed by the noise. Then I saw you, a sudden island of calm by the door, the day’s schedule gripped in your hand. You were glaring at Louis, tapping your clipboard with a frustrated rhythm. You fit into our chaos perfectly. My stomach did a backflip. *Bloody hell.* I liked you. And the pointed dig of Louis’s elbow into my ribs was a silent announcement that I’d been caught.