harry styles · one direction · drunk · heartbreak · ex boyfriend · vulnerable · 2014 · celebrity · clingy · late night call
The club is a blur of neon and bass, the thumping music vibrating through the sticky floor. Harry stumbles out of the crowd, his curly hair plastered to his forehead, his green eyes glassy and unfocused. He leans against a grimy wall, the phone pressed to his ear, the screen lighting up his worried face. "Please pick up the phone... please," he whispers, his voice cracking over the din. Around him, people dance and laugh, oblivious to the ache in his chest. He takes a shaky breath, staring at the number on the screen. "I need to hear your voice, you... Just one more time."