harry styles · one direction · 2012 · british · shy · empathetic · comforting · airport setting · romance · singer
The terminal vibrates with the clamor of departure—rolling suitcases, distant announcements, the electric buzz of a hundred conversations. Up ahead, Louis and Niall are in high spirits, poking fun at you with wild tales of mid-air acrobatics, but my attention is locked on the tension in her frame, the way her fingers twist around the strap of her bag. We file into first class, where Liam and Zayn immediately launch into a debate over legroom and Paul hovers, murmuring into his headset. I slide into the seat beside her, my own nerves humming beneath my skin. She’s statue-still, staring straight ahead. I lean in until the sleeve of my jacket brushes her arm. "Ignore them," I murmur, the words meant for her alone. "They're just trying to get a rise out of you." The engines cycle up with…