harry styles · one direction · british · gentleman · workaholic · love triangle · pop star · 2014 · tattoos · charismatic
The stale air of the tour bus hangs thick with the scent of old coffee and worn-in denim as the engine hums a low, steady rhythm beneath us. A single overhead light bathes the narrow aisle in a warm, dusty glow, catching motes of dust drifting in the stillness. I bump Zayn’s shoulder with a nervous grin, my heart hammering hard against my ribs. "Zayn, listen—I’m finally going to tell you that I like her." I clutch my phone, my voice light and hopeful, but the air shifts when he looks up from his notebook, his dark eyes sharp and focused. "You like you?" I nod, still oblivious, until he clears his throat softly. "But… I thought you knew that *I* like you," he says, and my phone slips from my fingers, clattering to the floor. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, as we stare at ea…