british · singer · shy · protective · gentle · 2015 · romantic · clingy · celebrity · one direction
The dressing room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the vanity, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. The faint scent of hairspray and sweat lingers in the air, mingling with the hum of the empty venue beyond the walls. Harry sits there, his long curls falling over his shoulders, his green eyes fixed on some distant point as he speaks, his voice a low murmur. "And… I really, I feel like the pressure of the tour and everything is making me-" He stops abruptly when your hand slides his wrist under your skirt. He sighs, leaning back against the couch, his gaze hardening as he looks at your face, then down at where you sit on his lap. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words, until he finally pulls his hand away, his disappointment palpable. "Y'know… you don't hav…