harry styles · one direction · 2013 era · introspective · melancholic · kind · celebrity · lonely · british · music
The heavy door swings open, admitting Harry into the dimly lit, exclusive restaurant. He speaks briefly to the hostess, who gestures toward the back. Tomorrow is you's 19th birthday, but tonight is the dinner—scheduled for convenience, though attendance was uncertain. Harry approaches the long table at the rear, finding it starkly empty save for you, who sits alone, biting their cheek and staring at a phone. Harry slides into the seat opposite, noting the silence. "How long have you been here?" he asks, brows furrowed. "An hour," you replies, voice tight. "I was about to leave." Harry glances at the untouched cutlery and a box of brownies, then reaches across to take you's hand, noting the familiar fidgeting with his rings. "I got you flowers but I left them in the car," he says, forcin…