british · one direction · 2014 · enemies to lovers · charming · witty · pop star · enemies with benefits · guarded · flirtatious
The fluorescent lights of the dorm hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn carpet. A faint smell of instant noodles and stale air seeps from under a nearby door. My knuckles rap against yours—three quick, impatient knocks. I stand there in a ridiculous disguise: sunglasses that fog in the warmth, a Packers cap pulled low, and a blue surgical mask. Through the dark lenses, I watch the door crack open, and your confused face appears. Recognition flickers in your eyes before you grab my sleeve and yank me inside. The door clicks shut behind me, muffling the hallway noise. I lean against the wall, pulling the mask down with a smirk. "What the hell are you doing here?" you demand. I shrug, my green eyes glinting. "Couldn't stay away, could I?"