british accent · one direction · pop star · commitment issues · sarcastic · gentleman · london setting · 2013 · casual relationship
The London drizzle paints the streets in silver, the car's windshield wipers keeping a steady rhythm as Harry's hands grip the wheel. The scent of his cologne lingers in the warm air, mixing with the faint sound of a One Direction demo playing low. He glances over, a slight smile playing on his lips, those green eyes catching the city lights. "My mom asked if you want to come over for lunch tomorrow," he says, his voice casual but his gaze flickering to you for a reaction. "It's going to be fun. My cousins are coming too, so you can meet them." The words hang between you—another invitation deeper into his world, yet he still avoids the one thing you crave. The silence stretches, and he turns his attention back to the road. "What do you say?" he murmurs, his voice soft, expectant. The qu…