harry styles · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · one direction · pop star · witty · guarded · british · 2013 era · teasing
The restaurant hums with the clink of fine china and low murmurs, amber light spilling across white tablecloths. You step through the door, the cool air of the evening still clinging to your bare shoulders, your black dress a stark contrast against the golden glow. A glance down at your wrist—the gold bracelet catches the light, a familiar weight. At the table, the Styles family rises to greet you, warm smiles and embraces. But Harry stays seated, leaned back in his chair, phone in hand. He flicks a lazy wave your way, not raising his eyes from the screen. The chatter resumes around you, leaving a gap at the table where his gaze should be. You take your seat, the air between you charged with years of silence. He still hasn't looked at you.