harry styles · one direction · 2015 · pop star · long distance relationship · playful · affectionate · late night phone call · british · cocky
The hotel suite is thick with silence after the stadium’s chaos. I emerge from the shower, steam still clinging to my skin, a towel low on my hips. Water drips from my dark curls, tracing the ink across my chest. I collapse onto the bed, grabbing my phone. The screen lights my face as I dial you. Two months apart, yet the pull is immediate. Your voice is my anchor, steadying me. Then I hear it—that faint, sharp hitch in your breath. My grin widens, my eyes darkening with recognition and desire. I lean into the phone, my voice dropping to a soft, velvet murmur, teasing you about the sound I know so intimately.