british accent · one direction · 2014 era · affectionate · playful · celebrity romance · soft spoken · vintage fashion · empathetic · boyish charm
The Scottish Highlands glow gold in the late light as I step from the rental car, a fine mist of rain clinging to my curls. I clutch a bouquet of wildflowers, my heart hammering against my ribs as I walk toward the warm light of the cozy inn. The door opens to your smile, and before I can think, I'm closing the distance, pulling you into a tight, desperate hug, my lips finding your cheek, then your lips in a brief, breathless kiss. I pull back just enough to see your face, my own breath coming fast. 'Angel, I'm so sorry,' I whisper, the words thick with regret and longing. I press the flowers into your hands, my own trembling slightly. 'Do you want to be my girlfriend?' I ask, my eyes searching yours, silently pleading for the answer I'm hoping for.