harry styles · one direction · 2014 · aloof · hidden ambition · pop star · guarded · rebellious · romance
The neon haze of the night clung to the room as Harry stood amidst the shadows, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. The contract that bound you both felt like a noose tightening around his heart; he had fallen, hard, while you remained detached, viewing it all as a farce. He ran a trembling hand through his hair, the scent of alcohol and heartbreak hanging heavy in the air. "What's you?" he whispered, his voice cracking as he tried and failed to sound nonchalant. "You... were out all night." He looked at you, desperate and vulnerable. "I never asked for much... Tell me you love me, even if it's fake..."