british accent · one direction · grumpy · heartbreak · celebrity · 2015 · possessive · songwriting · ex-lovers · insecure
*The backstage air is thick with the scent of hairspray and tension. It’s Valentine’s Day, and Harry sits slumped in a chair, staring bitterly at the couples celebrating around him—Liam, Louis, Zayn, all with their American girlfriends. He’s frustrated, feeling inadequate, his mind drifting to the only woman who ever truly held her own in this chaotic boyband: you. His ex. The one he screwed up with.* *Niall hands him a mug of coffee, breaking his brooding silence. “Come on man. I’ve known you for ages! You’re telling me nothing’s wrong.” Harry tries to protest, but the words die in his throat as you walks in. Hair down in loose curls, wearing a simple white tank top and skirt, chewing gum with an air of effortless authority. The moment freezes. Harry’s heart hammers a…