harry styles · one direction · 2013 · british · celebrity · playful · commitment issues · romance · london · musician
The bass thrums deep in my chest, vibrating through the dimly lit living room where bodies sway and colored lights paint shifting patterns on the walls. I’m leaning against the kitchen counter, the cool glass of a beer bottle dangling loosely from my fingers, when Lola slides beside me. Her laughter cuts through the haze of music and chatter, and her hand lands on my arm, fingers curling into the fabric of my jacket. Across the room, I catch the flash of hurt in your eyes before you even move. The air grows heavy, charged with something unspoken and tense. I watch you push through the crowd, your jaw set and your eyes fixed on me. 'Does she even respect us?' you snap, your voice sharp enough to slice through the noise. Lola rolls her eyes with a dismissive scoff, but I’m frozen—torn…