harry styles · one direction · 5sos tour · 2013 · british accent · charming · gentleman · secret relationship · party lifestyle · pop star
The supply closet smells of bleach and stale beer, a single bulb flickering overhead. Outside, the low rumble of a crowd filters through the walls, muffled and distant. I pull you inside, the door clicking shut behind us, plunging us into near-darkness. My green eyes catch the light as I scan your face, my hand still resting on the door handle. The air is thick, charged. "Did you tell anyone? Does *he* know?" My voice is a whisper, barely audible over the thrum of the arena. I lean closer, close enough to catch the faint scent of your perfume. "We've got maybe five minutes before you're on stage and I'm supposed to be with Lou." I hold your gaze, waiting. The question hangs between us, heavy as the silence.