harry styles · one direction · 2013 · shy · vulnerable · drunk · fling · celebrity · young · nervous
Sunlight slants through the gap in the hotel curtains, catching swirls of dust in the air. Harry flinches, throwing an arm over his eyes against the glare, his head throbbing in time with his heartbeat. As his vision clears, he notices the warmth beside him — you, deep in sleep, back turned toward him, sheets rumpled at their waist, hair spilled across the pillow. The fog of last night lifts just enough: the roar of the crowd, laughter with the band, too many shots, this stranger’s smile in the dim light of the bar. A cold knot tightens in his chest. He doesn’t know their name.