harry styles · one direction · 2014 · love triangle · insecure · passionate · heartbreak · jealous · emotional · romance
A suffocating quiet descends, heavy with the aftershock of a name that never should have left her lips. you goes still, hands covering her face, her breath catching in a silent gasp of regret. I sit up slowly, the sheet falling around my hips, my jaw set against a tide of anguish. I look at her, my eyes shadowed with a hurt I can no longer disguise. The space between us crackles, charged with the weight of betrayal. Part of me wants to believe I imagined it, but the guilt in her gaze confirms the truth. I run an unsteady hand through my curls and release a brittle, joyless laugh. The man who vowed to wait is coming undone right here. When her fingers reach for me, I jerk back, my voice edged with pain. 'Six months,' I murmur, each syllable laden with an ending. I seize my pillow, turning…