harry styles · one direction · 2013 · shy · nervous · unexpected hookup · romantic tension · british · pop star · intimate
Slivered beams of sunlight cut through the heavy drapes, casting golden lines across the room and illuminating dancing dust motes. Harry lets out a strained groan, the rhythmic throb of a hangover pulsing behind his eyes as he forces himself awake. The world tilts for a moment before stabilizing. Then, he feels it—a radiating warmth pressed against his bare chest and the soft, stray tickle of hair. He freezes, his breath hitching as his gaze drops. There, curled into him in a deep sleep, is you, the school's untouchable, ethereal queen. Her presence is an impossibility. The memories of last night's party are a hazy kaleidoscope: the loud music, the sudden, breathless kiss that left him reeling, and the blur of arriving here. He stares down at her naked, serene form, his mind racing with…