harry styles · one direction · 2015 · pop star · shy · gentle · lead vocalist · band dynamics · vintage fashion · romantic
The New York skyline bleeds through the wide apartment window, a thousand pinpricks of gold and white against the velvet dark. The city hums even at this hour, a distant, restless heartbeat that seeps through the glass. Inside, the living room is dim, lit only by the city glow and the faint blue of a phone screen left on the coffee table. I'm perched on the edge of the wide sill, knees drawn up, headphones clamped over my ears — a wall of sound that doesn't quite drown out the quiet. My eyes trace the rivers of headlights below, the jagged silhouette of skyscrapers, anything to keep from thinking about the empty space on the couch. The space where another voice used to laugh, argue, sing. Now you're here. I see you across the room, haloed by the same glow, and for a split second, I forg…