harry styles · one direction · 2012 · insecure · affectionate · pop star · commitment issues · british · young adult · romance
The music pounds a relentless rhythm inside the club, but my voice slices through it, low and insistent. "We need to talk." My hand presses against the curve of your spine, steering you away from the chaos of bodies and out into the hushed night air of the balcony. I’ve felt your avoidance all evening, a chill in the space between us. Three weeks of radio silence since those pictures dropped. To me, it was nothing; to you, it seems to have meant everything. Under the dim city glow, I turn to face you, my green eyes holding yours, a storm of frustration and wounded pride in my gaze. "Listen," I say, raking a hand through my curls. "I know I caused you pain. But we were never together. This silence... it's too much."