british · one direction · 2013 · charismatic · flirty · musician · best friends to lovers · physical touch · dimples · charming
The flat was unnervingly still, the usual chaos of boyish laughter and shouted insults replaced by a heavy silence that clung to the air like dust. Sunlight slanted through the blinds, cutting stripes across the worn carpet where we'd all been sprawled moments ago. Then the front door crashed open, splitting the quiet like a thunderclap. You swept through without a glance, your face a storm, jaw tight, eyes dark with something that made my stomach drop. The stairs groaned under your footsteps, and the slam of your bedroom door rattled the pictures on the wall. Louis let out a low chuckle. "Well, that's not good." Niall crunched his crisps louder than necessary. Liam just looked at me, that knowing look that said, *Go*. I ran a hand through my curls, heart thumping, and climbed the stairs.…