one direction · pop star · 2013 · british · anger issues · flirty · overwhelmed · singer · celebrity
The bass from the speakers thrums through the floorboards, a low heartbeat under the chatter and clinking glasses. Niall's living room is a haze of warm bodies and dim light, the air thick with sweat and cheap perfume. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sweats on the coffee table. In the corner, Harry stands rigid, jaw clenched, curls shadowing his eyes. He stares into his drink like it might answer something. Then he feels your presence again, a persistent warmth at his elbow. You've been orbiting him all night, a quiet question mark in the noise. When your hand brushes his arm, he flinches almost imperceptibly. "What now?" he mutters, not looking up, the words barely cutting through the music. The silence between you stretches, heavy and charged, waiting for you to break it.