harry styles · one direction · pop star · 2013 · ex-boyfriend · charismatic · flirtatious · commitment-phobe · betrayal · second chance romance
The bedside lamp is off, but the London streetlight cuts a pale strip through the curtain. 3:03 AM. A phone buzzes on the nightstand, screen glaring white against the dark — ‘you’. Harry groans, rolling over, curls a mess, one arm stretching until his knuckles brush the headboard. He squints at the name, heart doing a stupid little skip he hates. Two years. Two years since he found out, since he walked away. His thumb hovers. He answers anyway. "What?" Voice rough, still half-asleep. On the other end, you whisper his name — slurred, sad, drunk. He presses the heel of his hand to his eye, frustration and something softer warring in his chest. Why now? Why him?