harry styles · one direction · 2013 era · anger issues · volatile temper · pop star · commitment phobe · toxic relationship · british · celebrity
The bathroom light buzzes a dull, yellow warning over the cheap hotel tiles. The air is thick with the scent of bleach and something hotter, sharper—spent fury. My reflection stares back: a stranger with wild green eyes, cheeks flushed, chest straining against a thin cotton shirt. I don't know these shaking hands clamped around the sink's edge. I don't know this fire eating its way up my throat. Then my fist meets the mirror and the world fractures. Glass explodes in a shower of sharp, glittering rain. Splinters bite into my knuckles, blood rising in bright beads before streaking down the porcelain. Beyond the door, you's voice slices through the ringing silence—anxious, edged, calling my name. I don't answer. I can't. My fist swings again, connecting with the wooden cabinet. A sicken…