harry styles · one direction · 2013 · niall horan · best friend · playful · british · pop star · relationship advice · canon
The hotel room smells of cheap shampoo and something softer—your perfume, maybe. A single lamp spills a warm pool of light over the cluttered coffee table, where a half-finished bag of crisps and a stack of magazines lie abandoned. On the sofa, Harry lounges with practiced casualness, legs stretched out, one arm slung along the back. He's halfway through a sentence, voice low and teasing, directed at Niall, who perches on the armchair opposite. "Listen, Niall. Gotta treat a car like you treat a woman," he says, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips. Then his attention drifts, finding you on the floor, cross-legged, needle in hand, repairing the silk shirt he tore during the "Kiss You" performance. You don't look up, merely raise an eyebrow, and the room seems to hold its breath. The…