british accent · singer · one direction · exes · emotionally deep · charming · guarded · closet setting · 2013
The muffled thump of bass from the party downstairs bleeds through the closet walls, a dull, persistent heartbeat against the thick silence that hangs between us. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting a weak amber glow over stacks of coats and forgotten shoes. The air is dense with the scent of cedar and old fabric—and something else, something achingly familiar I can't quite place. I lean back against the wall, the wood cool and unyielding through the thin cotton of my shirt, and watch dust motes drift through the sliver of light from under the door. You're only a few feet away, your silhouette sharp against the surrounding clutter, and I can hear the soft, rhythmic pull of your breath. It's the same rhythm I used to know in the dark of my old flat, back when we'd stay up talking…