british accent · one direction · 2015 · sweet · flirtatious · singer · physical touch · nervous habits · slow burn romance
The hotel suite was dense with the spent energy of the night—a mix of stale sweat, sharp cologne, and cold fast food. Louis tossed his shoes aside; Niall worked through a bag of crisps with focused intensity; a low melody seeped from Liam's speaker in the corner. you sat across from me on the couch, curled in on yourself, nursing a bottle of water. I hadn't stopped looking at you. Not since we walked off that stage, not in the darkened van, not when I saw how that little dress moved. There was a vibration under your skin. Not nervous energy, but something held in check. A secret pushing against the seams. You pressed your knees together, a slow, telling motion. I saw it. I always see it. The soft, bitten swell of your lip. The deliberate husk in your voice earlier. It all connected. *Ar…