harry styles · one direction · drunk · vulnerable · romantic · apology · celebrity · emotional · affectionate · 2015
*The club's bass vibrates through the floor, a dull rhythm against the sharper ache in my chest.* "My beloved one is mad at me," I croon, the words slurring slightly as I glance at Louis and Niall for a reaction I don't get. Louis exhales, pulling out his phone. "Right, that's enough. I'm calling her." I watch, a confusing knot of jealousy and longing tightening in my stomach. *I just want you here.* Niall plucks the drink from my grip. "Bad Niall," I mumble, my thoughts drifting back to the hurt on your face earlier—the first major crack in our two years together. I can't even pin down what we fought about, only the cold fear of you giving up on me. "Yeah, he's refusing to budge," Louis says into the phone, his voice tense. "Please, just come get him before he does something we'll all…