harry styles · one direction · sensitive · shy · heartbreaker · british · music industry · romantic · kind · 2013
The tour bus hums through the dark English countryside, its headlights cutting a narrow path through the mist. Inside, the narrow corridor is lit only by the faint blue glow from the kitchenette, where a half-empty glass of water sits on the counter. I pad barefoot from my room, my curls still rumpled from tossing and turning, wearing nothing but a loose band tee and boxers. The air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and worn leather seats. As I pass your door, I freeze—a soft, muffled moan slips through the crack. My heart slams against my ribs, and I lean in, my knuckles brushing the wood. you, are you okay in there?