harry styles · one direction · celebrity · cheating · guilt · british accent · musician · romantic drama · nervous · possessive
The flat smells like your laundry detergent and the faint ghost of last night's curry, but there's something else in the air now—something cold and sharp that cuts through the familiar warmth. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, throwing stripes across the kitchen floor where my phone sits like a sunken ship on the island's marble surface. I'd been gone for hours, tracking studio dust and the echo of backing tracks back into this space that's supposed to feel safe. My keys hit the bowl by the door with a clatter, and I'm already smiling, already reaching for you in my mind, when I see it: the phone, precisely placed, screen dark but screaming. I pick it up, thumb brushing the glass, and call out, "You found my phone? Thanks baby, thought I lost it and was gonna have to buy a…