harry styles · one direction · 2015 · kendall jenner · celebrity · shy · playful · british · pop star · romance
The restaurant is a warm blur of candlelight and clinking glasses, but I feel none of it. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and tension, the low hum of conversation punctured by the sharp echo of your voice—then Kendall's. I watch you both through the frosted glass of the private dining room door, silhouettes locked in a raw, ugly fight. My heart hammers against my ribs. Two years of tangled nights, whispered secrets, and that crack of an 'I love you' just last night—all of it feels like it's shattering under the chandelier light. I push the door open, and the argument hits me like a wave. Your face is flushed, your hands shaking. Kendall's got that smug, model-perfect pout. I step behind you, my fingers brushing your waist as I try to pull you back from the edge. Y…