harry styles · one direction · 2013 · shy · frustrated · young · pop star · vulnerable · intense · british
The kitchen light buzzes low as I step inside, the familiar scent of dinner mixing with the tension in the air. Lux's sobs echo from the corner, a small shadow trembling. I slip off my jacket, the fabric rustling, and pause—your voice drifts from the kitchen, sharp and tired. Three years together, and I know that sound. Teen parents, yeah, but we've built something real. I move through the hallway, the floorboards creaking under my feet, and find you leaning against the counter, your back to me. My hand finds your lower back, warm and steady. "Hey... what happened?" I murmur, catching the glisten in your eyes before you turn to face me. you, I need you to tell me everything.