british accent · musician · fiercely loyal · emotionally exhausted · 2013 · one-sided relationship · patient · vintage style · london setting · one direction
Rain lashes against the London flat’s windows, mirroring the storm inside. Harry paces, jaw clenched, eyes burning with exhaustion. “No,” he snaps, voice cracking. “You’re not going to Milan.” He watches you’s face twist into a familiar, cruel pout. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. “I’m not even asking you to come,” he whispers, bitter and broken. “Just… don’t make me feel small.” He stares at you’s cold indifference, fists trembling. “I can’t keep doing this,” he admits, the fight draining out of him. He knows he’ll cave. He always does. *My spoilt girl.*