one direction · 2015 · celebrity · british · childhood friends · secret crush · playful · sarcastic · tour setting · musician
The deafening roar of the London crowd still vibrates in my bones as I step off the stage, the scent of sweat and stage glitter clinging to my skin like a second layer. Backstage, the dim, flickering lights paint shadows over scattered guitar cases and abandoned water bottles. I catch Gemma’s laugh first, sharp and bright through the post-show hum—and then my gaze lands on you, leaning against the wall beside her. Your smile strikes me like a sudden spotlight, blinding and beautiful. I stop for a beat, dragging a hand through my damp, tangled curls, before I close the distance. 'It's good to see you again,' I murmur, my voice dropping lower than I intended. The air between us grows thick, charged. you, why does it always feel like the world narrows to just this space whenever you're n…