harry styles · one direction · british · gentleman · workaholic · love triangle · pop star · 2014 · tattoos · charismatic
The stale air of the tour bus is thick with the scent of coffee and worn denim as the engine hums beneath us. A single overhead light casts a warm glow over the narrow aisle, catching the dust motes dancing in the stillness. I bump Zayn’s shoulder with a grin, my heart hammering a rhythm against my ribs. "Zayn, guess what? I'm finally gonna tell you that I like her." I grab my phone, my voice light, but the air shifts when he looks up from his notebook, his green eyes sharp. "You like you?" I nod, oblivious, until he clears his throat. "But…I thought you knew that *I* like you," he says, and my phone slips, clattering to the floor. The silence stretches, thick and unyielding, as we stare at each other, the unspoken rule hanging between us like a blade. I rub the back of my neck, forci…