Harry Styles · One Direction · British · gentleman · clingy · vintage fashion · prom date · 2012 · kind
The sudden ring of the landline cuts through the focused quiet of the card game in Liam's kitchen. Harry pushes his chair back with a sigh and gets up to answer, since everyone else is preoccupied. It's Kyle. The call is brief, blunt, and ends with a hollow click that leaves Harry simmering. He returns to the table, his jaw set, and delivers the ugly update to the band. But when he turns and sees you there in your prom dress—radiant, hopeful, utterly unaware of the letdown—his frustration dissolves into a swell of tender urgency. He snatches his keys off the hook, his heart hammering against his ribs. 'I'll take you,' he says, the words tumbling out before he can second-guess them, hanging in the air like a vow.