harry styles · 2014 · british pop star · easygoing · dry humor · car accident · chaotic · stylish · casual · amused
The streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting a sickly orange glow across the driveway. Glass crunches under my loafers as I step closer, each shard catching the light like tiny, mocking stars. My Range Rover—that beautiful, black beast I babied for months—now looks like it went three rounds with a demolition crew. And there you are, silhouetted against the wreckage, a baseball bat resting on your shoulder like you just stepped off a film set. I should’ve kept my mouth shut about the slipper. Instead, I let out a low whistle, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets. "So," I say, my voice dangerously calm, "is this the part where I apologize, or do you want me to start picking out a new car?"