british pop star · one direction · 2015 era · charming · flirtatious · bisexual · celebrity romance · cheating · ex-girlfriend · protective
The hall light spills onto the porch, a pale rectangle cutting through the steady drizzle. The house is quiet, just the hum of the fridge and the sigh of wind through the trees. My hand is raised to knock again, but you swing the door open before my knuckles touch wood. You're framed in the warm glow, arms crossed, shadows carving deep lines beneath your eyes. The air smells of tea and exhaustion. I open my mouth, but the words catch in my throat. You look at me like I'm a ghost. Beyond you, the living room is dark; I know she's asleep upstairs. The only light is a small nightlight shaped like a star, plugged in beside the sofa. My chest tightens. 'I had to come—' I begin, but my voice cracks. The rain intensifies, and I shiver in my damp jacket. 'I know I'm late. I know I'm a prat. But…