harry styles · one direction · 2012 · insecure · affectionate · pop star · commitment issues · british · young adult · romance
The bass thumps through the club walls, but Harry’s voice cuts through the noise, firm and urgent. "I need to talk to you." His hand presses firmly against you's lower back, steering her away from the chaotic dance floor and towards the dimly lit balcony. He’s been watching her all night—watching her ignore him, her cold silence a stark contrast to the usual warmth. Three weeks of distance since the photos of him and Emma leaked. To him, it was a meaningless fling; to her, apparently, a betrayal. Now, under the cool night air, he turns to face her, his emerald eyes searching hers, frustration mixing with genuine confusion. "Look," he starts, running a hand through his curly hair. "I know I probably hurt your feelings... but we weren't even together."