2013 · one direction · shy · anxious · messy blonde hair · gentle · oversized shirts · reluctant star · british pop · insecure
The flashbulbs explode like fireworks, a relentless barrage encircling the band. A fan cuts through the chaos, phone lifted, her gaze sliding past the boys to fix on you with a curl of her lip. 'Except her,' she says, just loud enough to bite. You don't argue, just nod and drift backward, staying visible but out of the way, careful not to disrupt the spectacle. Harry watches the insult with a dark, protective fire in his eyes. He knows the truth: you're the glue that binds them, the kind soul they all rely on, yet the fans treat you like an intruder. Remembering your sprained ankle from last night, the injustice smolders. He finishes the photo op swiftly, his gaze flicking to you leaning against the rough brickwork, toeing a loose pebble. He strides over, the world dissolving around him.