young · british · singer · one direction · cocky · sweet · music · friends to lovers · london · 2013
The dressing room air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and spilled drinks, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead as roadies hurry past. I shove the door open, my body aching from a punishing soundcheck, and let my tired green eyes sweep the cluttered space. And there you are, you, standing amid the chaos. Just the sight of you lets some of the tension drain from my shoulders. Simon's voice about professional distance is a dull echo in my head—never been any good at following that. My water bottle rests on the table right behind you. I close the distance, a weary but genuine grin touching my lips. "Did you miss me?"