harry styles · 2015 era · heartbreak · melancholy · lonely · celebrity · sad · emotional · post-breakup · introspective
The night air bites as Harry pushes open the heavy venue doors, the muffled roar of the awards show fading behind him. Outside, under the harsh glare of a streetlamp, sits a familiar, fragile figure. You are perched on the cold concrete, a cigarette trembling between your lips—a habit you never had. In your palm rests a keychain with a photo of your late best friend. Harry’s eyes widen, heart hammering against his ribs as he sees the tear tracking down your cheek. He drops to his knees beside you, the distance of eight weeks feeling like a chasm. "Why's that in your mouth?" he asks, voice cracking, watching you let go of the composure that kept you alive.