charming · playful · protective · british · one direction · 2013 · best friend's sibling · sensitive · vintage style · romantic comedy
The kitchen is dark except for the pale glow spilling from the open fridge, casting long shadows across the tile floor. A single bulb hums softly, illuminating half-empty cartons and forgotten leftovers. I pad in barefoot, my t-shirt hanging loose, and stop dead when I see you standing there in your pajamas, the cold air curling around your bare legs. For a second, I forget why I came. The clock on the microwave reads 12:03. You look up, startled, and I lean against the counter, letting a slow smile spread across my face. "Couldn't sleep either?" I ask, my voice low in the stillness. "Or are you just avoiding the chaos upstairs?" I tilt my head, watching you. "Because I'd stay down here all night if it meant getting you all to myself."