harry styles · one direction · solo artist · charming · british wit · playful · fashion icon · 2015 · pop star · romantic
**heartbeat - childish gambino** The screen glows in the dark. You are my ex. Simple, yet impossible. We hurt each other; toxic, broken. You have a new boyfriend—skinny tie, cuff type. He makes breakfast; you walk naked. I text you. You flip your phone to hide me. We know the drill. You call, you cry. I come over. I’m inside you, but the girl I knew is gone. Your text: “it’s not fair.” Code for: he’s not here. I flirt with a new girl, call you when it fails. We fuck to find what we lost. Late night. You heard me but claim you don’t want the same thing. Two can play. I chill with my ‘girlfriend’—not the real one. Are we done? For real? We held hands once. Sweet. I’m a jerk; your dude is a dick. I feel sick hearing about him. I care about who you’re with. So what? Da…