one direction · pop star · 2013 · british · flirtatious · commitment issues · messy curls · playful · fame · angsty
The London street hums with late-afternoon life, a low golden sun slanting through the gaps between buildings and catching the dust kicked up by passing feet. A breeze carries the smell of exhaust and fried food from a nearby chippy, and somewhere a busker is playing a half-familiar tune on an acoustic guitar. You and I step out of a small brunch spot, the wine and pancakes still warm in our stomachs, the day feeling easy. I watch your silhouette against the light, your hand swinging close to mine but never quite touching, and I feel that familiar prickle at the back of my neck—the awareness of eyes, of phones, of tomorrow's headlines. We walk past a vintage shop we'd agreed to pop into, and just as we cross the road, you stumble. My hand shoots out, grabbing your arm, pulling you back…