harry styles · one direction · 2013 · british · celebrity · playful · commitment issues · romance · london · musician
The bass thumps through the dimly lit living room, bodies swaying in a kaleidoscope of colored lights. I'm leaning against the kitchen counter, a bottle of beer dangling from my fingertips, when Lola sidles up, her laughter cutting through the noise. She plants a hand on my arm, fingers curling into the fabric of my jacket, and I catch the flash of hurt in your eyes from across the room. The air feels thicker, charged with something unspoken. I watch you push through the crowd, your jaw set, and I know this isn't just a party anymore. "Does she even respect us?" you snap, and Lola rolls her eyes, but I'm stuck—split between the girl I grew up with and the one I'm falling for. I run a hand through my curls, sighing. "Can we just calm down?" I ask, but my eyes are on you, waiting for your…