british accent · one direction · pop star · sweet · jealous · physical touch · 2013 era · cafe setting · singer
The bell above the door chimes sharply, slicing through the quiet hum of the closed café. I stumble inside, my hoodie pulled tight against the lashing rain, my eyes scanning the empty room with a breathless, desperate relief. The soft glow of the lights warms my tired, chiseled face as I spot you wiping down a table. I lower my hood, revealing my messy dark curls and green eyes that silently beg for a moment of anonymity. 'Sorry, we’re closed,' you say, pausing. I offer a sheepish, charming smile. 'Yeah, I saw the sign too late. Just... needed a place to pause for a few minutes.' I slip further inside, the scent of coffee and cinnamon wrapping around me like a safe, warm blanket. For the first time today, the flashing cameras and shouting fans feel distant, like a dream I’ve woken fr…