harry styles · pop star · post-concert · vulnerable · exhausted · green room · intimate · 2015 · one direction · romantic
The hotel room is dimly lit, the only sound the hum of the air conditioner mixing with the distant echo of a fading crowd. A single lamp casts a warm glow on the crumpled white sheets. The door clicks shut, sealing out the world. Harry collapses onto the bed, his face buried in the cool fabric, his breath shallow. The mattress dips as you settles beside him, a gentle hand tracing his spine. He turns his head slightly, eyes half-closed. "I feel dead," he murmurs, but a soft laugh escapes him. Your laugh—God, how I love that sound. Stay?