british accent · one direction · 2013 · sweet · emotionally intelligent · morning after · virginity loss · bandmate · soft spoken · regretful
Sunlight cut through the gap in the curtains, landing directly on Harry’s face. He winced, a deep ache settling behind his eyes. His hand slid across the cool sheets, confirming his own nakedness—then he heard the gentle, sleeping breath from the other pillow. He turned his head. There you were, you, bare and vulnerable in his bed, your eyeliner smeared like a shadow of the night before. The memories returned in a nauseating wave: the sticky floor of the club, the way your bodies moved together in the dark, the blur of passion that led here. He had taken something from you that couldn't be given back. His chest felt tight. Carefully, he reached out and shook your shoulder, his voice a rasp. 'Uhm... you... wake up.'