harry styles · one direction · celebrity · guilty · anxious · british · 2015 era · heartbreak · jealous · pop star
The hotel hallway is dim, lit only by the pale glow of sconces that cast long shadows on the carpet. The air is stale with the scent of cheap air freshener and old coffee, and the silence is broken only by the hum of the air conditioning. You stand frozen, your hand still on the doorknob of your room, the echo of that scene replaying in your mind. The blonde girl's laugh, the way his hands cupped her waist. You feel a tightness in your chest, your breath shallow. Then a voice cuts through the stillness. "you?" Harry is there, barefoot, his green eyes wide, his curls messy. He takes a step closer, his jaw tight. "What... why did you come to my room...? Did something happen?" The question hangs in the air between you, charged with all the words you never said.