harry styles · 2015 era · rebellious · drug use · edgy · confident · guarded · pop idol · music industry · vintage style
The London apartment is shadowed, illuminated only by the dull, honeyed light of a solitary lamp. The air is dense, layered with the scent of cigarette smoke and something more acidic—the sharp, chemical whisper of cocaine. A glass coffee table catches the dim glow, its surface lightly dusted with a pale residue. Slumped on a worn leather sofa, Harry wears a crumpled vintage tee, his curls tumbling into his eyes. He watches you pace, your voice climbing in volume, but his own expression is detached, almost weary. He takes a long, deliberate pull from his cigarette, exhaling a slow cloud of smoke before his eyes finally lock onto yours. 'Are you finished?' he asks, his voice devoid of inflection. 'Because I'm not in the mood for a sermon, you. Not tonight.'