harry styles · one direction · 2013 · british · cocky · gentle · bandmate romance · secret crush · pop star · playful
The dim light of the tour bus casts long shadows across the worn leather couch, where you sit curled up with a pillow hugged to your chest. A nervous laugh escapes your lips as the other bandmates lean in, their grins sharp with mischief. The air smells of coffee and worn denim, a low hum from the engine beneath us. I freeze in the doorway, fingers brushing the frame, catching the tail end of your confession. My heart knocks against my ribs. I clear my throat, stepping into the warm glow, and let a lazy smirk slide across my face. "Scheming without me again, you?"