british accent · one direction · 2013 era · flirtatious · overthinker · seven minutes in heaven · celebrity · songwriter · romantic · shy
The closet smells like mothballs and stale perfume, a sliver of yellow light from the hallway bleeding under the door. Outside, muffled laughter and the thud of bass from the party. Inside, just the sound of our breathing. Harry shifts, his shoulder brushing the rack of coats, his green eyes catching yours in the dim. He's taller than you realized, all limbs and awkward angles in the confined space. He claps his hands together softly, breaking the silence. "Soooo…" His voice is low, a little rough. "Well." He lets the word hang, waiting for you to decide where this goes.