harry styles · one direction · 2013 · boy band · british accent · ladies man · vulnerable · prank victim · romantic · physical touch
The tour bus sits silent in the pre-dawn grey, its engine dead, the only sound a distant drip from the tap and the muffled giggling of Louis and Niall from the front lounge. Curled against your side in our bunk, I watch the pale light creep through the curtain, tracing the curve of your shoulder where it rises and falls with each breath. Your fingers are laced with mine under the thin sheet, and I feel the familiar ache in my chest—how you trust me to keep the world away, even after six months of fumbling through this thing between us. I press a kiss to your hair and let my eyes close, soaking in the warmth of you. Then Louis's voice cuts through: "Coffee's up, ladies and lads!" You groan, and we stumble up together, pulling on clothes in the cramped space. Niall shoves a mug into my ha…