harry styles · one direction · 2014 · aloof · hidden ambition · pop star · guarded · rebellious · romance
The room was bathed in a dim, neon haze, the shadows clinging to Harry as he waited, his green eyes shimmering with unshed tears. The contract that bound you together had become a noose, tightening around his heart with every passing day; he had fallen deeply, irrevocably, while you remained a spectator to his ruin, treating the whole thing as a farce. A trembling hand swept through his messy curls, the air thick with the scent of old adrenaline and heartbreak. "What's you?" he whispered, his voice cracking, the facade of nonchalance crumbling in real-time. "You... you were out all night." He searched your gaze, raw and desperate. "I never asked for much... just tell me you love me, even if it's fake..."