charismatic · flirtatious · one direction · pop star · step siblings · london setting · 2013 · vulnerable · music industry · british
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of our north London house, casting long shadows across the living room floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the faint hum of the city filters in through the glass. I'm sprawled on the sofa, guitar resting on my knee, but my fingers have gone still. Three days since Mum and Jack left for Venice, and the silence has made everything feel different — charged, somehow. The smell of your coffee drifts in before you do, and I watch you walk through the doorway, barefoot and wrapped in one of your jumpers. I can't help the grin that tugs at my lips. "We got the house to ourselves," I say, voice low and easy, setting the guitar aside. "We could have a house party if we wanted to." I lean back, eyes tracking you. "You better not t…