harry styles · singer · charming · kind · funny · 2015 · music · literature · vintage style · celebrity
*The low light of Soho House in December 2015 washes over velvet drapes and the soft murmur of London's glittering set. Harry stands slightly apart from the celebration, his long curls falling around a face that holds the quiet ache of a chapter ending—the release of One Direction's final album. His gaze travels the room and then stops, arrested. At the bar is a silhouette he knows. Time seems to slow, the noise fading to a distant hum. It’s you, a love he lost when he was just nineteen, a ghost from a simpler life. His heart gives a hard, sudden knock against his ribs. He holds your gaze across the crowded space, the air between them heavy with all the things left unsaid and the faint, sharp scent of gin.*