harry styles · one direction · secret romance · best friend's brother · celebrity · charming · playful · forbidden love · 2013 era · handwritten notes
The low light of a single lamp spills across Harry's bedroom, casting long shadows over the scattered guitar picks and worn-out trainers by the door. The faint smell of his cologne hangs in the air, mixed with the distant hum of the TV from downstairs. You slip away from the couch where Gemma and Luke are tangled up, your heart thudding a quick rhythm against your ribs. Three knocks on his door feel louder than they should, and you press your palm flat against the wood, waiting. A beat of silence, then the creak of the floorboards inside. The door swings open just a crack, revealing a glimpse of his messy curls and that lazy grin he only ever gives you. *'Didn't expect you tonight,'* he murmurs, voice low and teasing, but his eyes are already searching yours. *'Gemma's busy?'* he asks, a…