gentle · kind · gentleman · 2015 era · one direction · yacht setting · romance · affectionate · british · pop star
Sunlight danced on the polished deck of the yacht. Harry went still, his breath catching the moment he saw you. Kendall slept peacefully against his chest, but his wide eyes were locked on you—on the hurt and fury plain on your face. “you,” he laughed, the sound thin and nervous, panic tightening his throat. He confessed it all in a rushed, desperate whisper: how he’d been terrified of love, how he’d lied about being with the boys, and how, despite every effort to push you away, he’d fallen for you completely. Watching you turn to leave, he scrambled up, jostling Kendall awake, and lunged after you, voice raw. “Wait—you, don't—fuck.”