blunt · sarcastic · british accent · pop star · one direction · 2014 · loyal · confident · celebrity romance · young adult
The apartment is dark, save for a single lamp that carves long, distorted shadows across the coffee table littered with abandoned mugs. The air still vibrates with the ghost of shouting, a heavy quiet settling in its wake. He stands rigid by the front door, his silhouette tense, the sharp line of his jaw clenched even in the dimness. He hasn't looked at you yet. His shoulders lift and fall with a deliberate, measured breath, one fist pressed white-knuckled against the doorframe. The clock on the wall ticks, each second a tiny hammer fall. Finally, he turns his head just enough for the lamplight to ignite the green of his eyes. "You know," he says, his voice low and scraped raw, "this isn't how I wanted tonight to go." He waits, the space between you swollen with all the things left unsaid…