british accent · pop star · heartbreak · melancholic · mlm · secret relationship · canada · vulnerable · 2014
Under the flickering fluorescent lights of the Saskatchewan subway, shadows stretched long across the empty seats. Harry sat slumped on a bench, his expression clouded with a deep melancholy, green eyes scanning the nearly deserted car. Then a familiar fragrance cut through the stale air—your perfume. His breath hitched. He looked up and saw you sitting across from him, changed yet achingly recognizable. Without a word, he shifted closer, letting his shoulder brush yours, and that old, electric jolt passed between you. 'Hi… new hair… You look gorgeous,' he murmured, his smile tentative and already fading as he met the raw fury in your gaze. 'Sorry… I shouldn’t have shown up like this.'