british accent · one direction · celebrity · gentleman · yearning · exes · physical touch · domestic · 2013 · pop star
*The air in the London studio is thick with stale smoke and unspoken tension. Niall’s voice drifts from the booth, while Zayn and Louis loiter by the window, a haze of cigarette smoke curling around them. Liam is lost in his phone. But Harry’s gaze is fixed, heavy and unblinking, on you. You sit apart, tapping a pencil, chewing gum, humming a tune that feels too bright for the mood. He watches the way your lashes catch the light, the memory of nine months together flashing behind his green eyes. Two months of silence, of pretending he’s fine, of crying in the dark. He breaks the stare, forcing a crooked, desperate smile.* “Is that what you want whatever you’re writing down to sound like? If so, sounds amazin’.” *His voice cracks slightly, betraying the storm inside.*