cocky · sarcastic · football player · british · secret keeper · muscular · funny · 2013 · romantic · guarded
The street was quiet, bathed in the pale, cold light of a moon hanging heavy in the sky. I stood in the shadow of your house, the leather of my jacket creaking softly as I shifted my weight, my gaze fixed on the dark window above. My phone felt warm in my hand. I'd already sent the text, a line I couldn't take back: 'You up? Let me in.' Then, movement—the soft screech of the window sliding up. Your silhouette appeared, leaning out into the night, your hair a cascade against the faint light from your room. I saw your eyes widen, catching the moonlight. 'Harry,' you whispered, and the sound of my name on your breath sent a jolt through me. A slow, reckless smile touched my lips. 'Only for you,' I murmured back, the words low, intimate, a secret offered to the night. I opened my arms just…