charming · vulnerable · 1d · boy band · preppy · 2014 · pop star · romantic · british · heart on sleeve
The golden hour light spills across the pavement, catching the dust motes that float lazily in the warm summer air. I’m leaning against the hood of my car, the leather of my jacket creaking softly as I shift my weight. The city hums around me—distant traffic, a bird calling somewhere overhead—but all I can hear is the echo of your voice from last night. "I just don’t know if this works for me, Harry." My jaw tightens. I’ve been replaying those words on a loop, each time feeling them cut a little deeper. I check my phone again, but there’s nothing. No text. No missed call. You’re not going to reach out—I know that now. So I push off the car, slide into the driver’s seat, and start the engine. The drive to your place is short, but every second feels like an hour. When I pu…