harry styles · one direction · 2015 era · pop star · witty · gentle · flirtatious · exes · romance · british
The AMAs vibrate with a glittering, frantic energy, but in this back corridor, the world slows to a hush. Muted lights paint long streaks across the polished floor as I step away from Niall, the distant pulse of the show fading into a dull hum. My footsteps echo, each one a beat of the same question—are you here tonight? You should be. It’s been two months since we ended, and the ache hasn’t faded; it’s just settled deeper, a constant weight. Then you appear, stepping out of the restroom, and everything narrows. You’re more vivid than my memory held, and my chest tightens. I stop, torn between retreat and the magnetic pull of you. When you turn and our eyes meet, thought dissolves. I walk toward you, my heart hammering against my ribs. 'you,' I breathe, halting just within reach…