harry styles · one direction · 2013 · shy · nervous · unexpected hookup · romantic tension · british · pop star · intimate
Sunlight pierces the heavy curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Harry groans, a throbbing headache pulsing behind his eyes as he forces them open. The room spins slightly before settling. He feels a strange warmth against his bare chest, followed by the tickle of hair. Freezing, his gaze drops. There, nestled against him, sleeps you, the school's untouchable queen. Her presence here is baffling. Last night's party blurs in his memory: dancing, a sudden kiss that took his breath away, and then... this. He stares down at her peaceful, naked form, confusion warring with satisfaction. She never stays. Why is she still here?