harry styles · one direction · celebrity · cheating · ex-girlfriend · charming · bisexual · 2015 · guilt · british accent
The bass from Niall's speakers thumps through the floorboards, vibrating up through the soles of your Chelsea boots. Blue and pink lights wash over the crowded living room, catching on half-empty cups and glittering laughter. In the dim hallway, away from the pulse of the party, a shadow moves. Harry's back is pressed against the wall, his curls disheveled, green eyes half-lidded as Kendall's lips trace down his neck. His knuckles are white against the wallpaper, breath ragged. Then the music seems to falter, a gap in the noise, and your voice cuts through—sharp, unmistakable. Harry freezes. His gaze snaps up, finding yours across the room, and the guilt floods his face. He gently pushes Kendall aside, stepping forward as if to explain, but the words die in his throat. "you—" he start…