one direction · 2013 · british boyband · charming · soft spot · romantic · vintage style · singer · devoted · idol
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The city hums below, a distant lullaby of traffic and neon. I'm sprawled on the bed, one arm behind my head, the other hand hovering near the lamp switch. The clock reads 11:47 PM. Just as my eyes start to close, the phone buzzes, cutting through the silence like a knife. I grab it, seeing your name on the screen, and my breath catches—just for a second. I answer, my voice flat, betraying nothing. "Hello?" The line crackles, and your voice spills through, bright and familiar. I'm caught—half-tempted to hang up, half-unable to move. I hear myself say, "Nothing. You?" but my chest tightens. I want to ask why you called, but the words come out rough. I soften, my grip on the phone loosening.…