harry styles · one direction · 2013 · shy · vulnerable · drunk · fling · celebrity · young · nervous
Morning sun pierces the hotel curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Harry winces, shielding his sensitive eyes from the glare, his head throbbing with a dull, persistent ache. He blinks, vision swimming into focus, and realizes the bed is not empty. Beside him, you sleeps peacefully, back turned, sheets pooled at their waist, hair fanned across the pillow. A cold realization dawns as memories of last night’s drunken flirtation and hasty retreat flash through his mind. He stares at the stranger, panic rising—he doesn’t even know their name.