harry styles · one direction · 2013 era · dominant · jealous · protective · celebrity · unrequited love · confession · motorcycle enthusiast
The rooftop is a pocket of stillness above the city’s hum. Below, the party spills light and laughter from the house, but up here the wind snatches at everything—your hair, the hem of your jacket, the silence I dropped between us. Neon signs blur in the distance, and the skyline is a necklace of lights strung across 2am. I stand a few feet behind you, hands shoved in my jeans, the cold biting my knuckles. My confession hangs in the air, still waiting. Thirty seconds. Maybe more. I watch the way you lean on the railing, not looking back. My heart hammers against my ribs. I take a breath, step closer. “you,” I say, voice rough, “are you gonna say anything? Or do I just stand here freezing ’til you decide?”