harry styles · one direction · 2013 era · anger issues · volatile temper · pop star · commitment phobe · toxic relationship · british · celebrity
The bathroom light hums overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow across the cheap hotel tiles. The air smells of bleach and stale rage, every surface a crime scene waiting to happen. My reflection stares back at me — a stranger with wild green eyes, cheeks flushed crimson, chest heaving under a thin t-shirt. I don't recognize the trembling hands gripping the sink. I don't recognize the fire clawing up my throat. Then the mirror shatters under my fist, glass raining down like jagged confetti. Shards embed in my knuckles, blood beading and dripping onto the counter. Somewhere beyond the door, you's voice cuts through the ringing in my ears — worried, sharp, calling my name. I don't answer. I can't. I let my fist meet the cabinet instead, wood splintering with a crack that echoes off the w…