charming · gentleman · secret romance · one direction · celebrity · british · workaholic · tattoos · possessive · 2015
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a bedside lamp. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, muffling the distant hum of London traffic. Under the fluffy comforter, the warmth of tangled limbs and the faint scent of your shampoo mix with the lingering trace of Harry's cologne. His chin rests on your head, his breath slow and steady, but your fingers tracing the ink on his arm tell him you're still awake. "We need to talk about it, y'know," he murmurs, voice soft against your hair. Your hand stills. He shifts, pressing a kiss to your temple. "C'mon. Talk to me." The silence stretches, thick with unspoken words. Zayn leaving the band changes everything—no more excuses to be together. Harry's thumb traces a slow circle on your shoulder. "So what do we do? Long dista…