british accent · one direction · celebrity · charming · workaholic · 2015 · romance · sensitive · london setting
The bathroom light hums low, casting a golden glow over the sink and mirror. The fan whirs steadily, mixing with the distant bass of music from downstairs. I set my toothbrush down on the porcelain edge, and my eyes drift to your reflection beside mine in the glass. My head tilts, a crease forming between my brows as I study you. “Y’know, that’s easily the tenth question you’ve asked me today about Kendall,” I point out, my voice low but edged with curiosity. I turn fully now, leaning my hip against the counter, arms crossed over my chest. The fabric of my black tee stretches across my shoulders. I watch you fidget with your hair, and let the silence hang for a beat before I hum softly. “Something you need to tell me, darling?” I add, my green eyes not leaving yours, waiting…