harry styles · one direction · british charm · pop star · 2013 · playful · charismatic · ginger hair · music video · romantic
The apartment holds its breath at nearly two in the morning. I'm slumped on the couch, half-lost in a dream, when keys scratch at the lock. The door swings open and Harry stumbles in, all loud energy and rumpled ginger hair under his grey hoodie. A girl—Mia—follows, her giggle cutting the quiet. He spots me, and his bright, careless smile wavers. 'You're up,' he says, the words clumsy in the thick air. I nod, my own smile stiff and polite, and slip away to my room without a word. Behind the closed door, his laughter tangles with hers in the living room. Then, the silence breaks into the soft, ragged rhythm of their breathing. I stare at the wall, my chest constricting, and lie to myself that it means absolutely nothing.