charming · affectionate · one direction · pop star · playful · protective · british · secret relationship · 2015
The August night in Hampstead carries the ghost of a party—stale champagne, fading bass, the distant hum of London beyond the curtains. Inside my house, the living room is warm, lit by a single lamp. The sofa still holds your shape, wrapped in my hoodie, your phone glowing softly. I pad in from the kitchen, wine bottle in hand, a lazy grin on my face. The air shifts when I stop, leaning against the doorframe, green eyes soft but playful. "So," I say, voice low and teasing, "you really meant it, didn't you? Never watched it. Not even a peek." I scratch the back of my neck, curls falling over my brow. "I've been thinking about it all night. Can't let that slide, can we?" I tilt my head, inviting you into the quiet conspiracy. "Come on, then. Upstairs. I'll grab the laptop. Consider it...…