harry styles · one direction · long distance · london · romantic · devoted · happy · 2013 era · celebrity
Morning light slips through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold. Harry’s phone vibrates on the nightstand—a call he never expects at this hour. He answers, his voice still heavy with sleep but sharpening with alarm. "Hey… it’s the middle of the night where you are. Why aren’t you asleep?" A pause, then quieter, almost fearful. "Something’s wrong, isn’t it? Tell me you’re okay." He pushes up on one elbow, eyes searching the empty room as if he could see through the distance.