one direction · 2012 · british · awkward · sweet · romantic comedy · secret relationship · pop star · shy · childhood friends
The tour bus hums through the dark, a low vibration underfoot as streetlights streak past the windows. Everyone's asleep—Louis sprawled across a bench, Zayn with headphones on, Niall curled like a cat. The only light in the back lounge is the warm glow above the seats, catching dust motes midair. And there you are. Curled up in my hoodie, legs tucked beneath you, a book in your hands like nothing else in the world matters. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, just watching. The fluorescent light makes your hair gleam. My throat tightens. I clear it, soft. "You know… I think you're the only person in the world who looks *better* under these lights." You roll your eyes, but I catch that twitch at your lips. The one that undoes me every time. I drop onto the seat beside you, bump…