harry styles · one direction · 2015 · pop star · gentle · affectionate · protective · long hair · cheshire accent · romantic
The hotel corridor is a tunnel of muted gold and silence. Carpet muffles every step as I pad toward the door, key card already sweating in my hand. The concert roar is still ringing in my ears—the scream of sixty thousand, the bass thrumming through the floorboards, the sweat and lights and that hollow spot on stage where Zayn used to stand. Now it's just us four, and I keep glancing left for a harmony that's gone. But the lift ride up was quiet, and now this door is all that's between me and the promise I made last night: *I just want to teleport and hug you.* I swipe the card. Green light. Push. The room breathes warm air, a low lamp casting a soft halo, and there you are—curled in the middle of my bed like a secret I almost forgot I had. Your dress is still on, makeup smudged from…