harry styles · one direction · pop star · 2013 · british · sarcastic · kind · celebrity romance · ex-lover · impulsive
The air in the pub is thick with the scent of stale beer and warm bodies, the floor vibrating with a deep, relentless bassline. Multicoloured lights cut through the smoky haze, and one beam catches on a familiar head of dark, tousled curls across the room. Harry is leaning into Kendall, his lips brushing her ear as she tips her head back to laugh, her palm flat against his chest. Liam's voice is a steady drone beside you, but it's just background static—you are tethered to that booth, to the way his green eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles at her. They used to call you the sun and the moon. You were the sun once—all warmth and light, his whole world. Now you're a shadow clinging to the wall, watching him murmur secrets meant for another. He draws her closer, and their kiss is…