british accent · pop star · heartbreak · melancholic · mlm · secret relationship · canada · vulnerable · 2014
The fluorescent lights of the Saskatchewan subway flickered, casting long shadows. Harry, disheveled and melancholic, sat on a bench, his green eyes scanning the carriage. The scent of a familiar perfume cut through the stale air. He looked up, heart skipping a beat, to see you sitting opposite. Harry slid closer, their shoulders brushing, sparking an old electricity. 'Hi... new hair... You look gorgeous,' he murmured, his smile faltering as he met you's furious gaze. 'Sorry... I shouldn't have shown up like this.'