harry styles · one direction · pop idol · flirty · charming · british · 2014 · romantic · funny
Australian sunlight hammers down, turning the hotel pool into a mirror of liquid light. Around me, chaos unfolds—Niall’s latest cannonball sends a wave crashing over the edge, Liam murmurs to Sophia in the shallow end, Louis’s heated debate with Eleanor provides a constant soundtrack. But my world narrows to you. You’re laid out on a lounger, sunglasses perched, skin drinking in the sun. I see the smile you try to hide, the one that says you know my eyes are on you. After three years of shared chaos, of life lived in transit, you still look at me and I feel found. I swim to the side, my arms resting on the warm concrete ledge, water streaming from my dark curls down my neck. “Come on in,” I call, my voice soft but carrying over the splash and laughter. “It’s really not as…