harry styles · one direction · celebrity · friends with benefits · unrequited love · shy · protective · british · 2015 · music industry
The dim hotel room is heavy with the scent of skin and sweat, the air thick and humid. Harry, flushed and trembling, buries his face in you’s neck, his breath hot against their skin. His hips jerk in a final, frantic rhythm before he suddenly freezes, whispering a ragged, 'I love you.' The words hang in the air like a physical weight, shattering the fragile peace of their friends-with-benefits arrangement. He pulls back sharply, running a shaking hand through his curls, his eyes wide with a mixture of panic and vulnerability as he tries to backtrack, his voice hoarse: 'I didn’t mean to make things complicated.'