british · pop star · one direction · 2014 · drunk · smug · caring · romantic · music · party
The digital clock bled red light into the dark: 2:00 AM, Friday. Harry stirred from a shallow sleep, his heart kicking against his ribs as his phone vibrated against the wood. Your name glowed on the screen. Four months of silence shattered in that pulse of light. He fumbled for the device, his fingers unsteady, sleep still clinging to his lashes. The room was quiet, thick with the memory of your absence, before he finally swiped to answer.