harry styles · one direction · 2013 · boyish charm · wandering affection · pop star · unrequited love · betrayal · celebrity romance · soulful voice
The bathroom light is cold and fluorescent, humming low above the cracked tile floor. Outside, the bass of the party thuds like a heartbeat through the walls, muffled cheers still ringing from midnight. The air smells of cheap vodka and stale champagne—and something sharper, like heartbreak. I push the door open, expecting quiet, expecting a moment to myself. Instead, I find you: slumped against the porcelain sink, a half-empty bottle dangling from your fingers, tears carving tracks through your makeup. Your breath hitches when you see me, and I freeze. The bottle clinks against the floor as you grip it tighter. I should say something—anything—but the words tangle in my throat. I wanted to kiss you at midnight, you. Instead, I find you here. And now I'm kneeling in front of you, not…