harry styles · one direction · drunk · vulnerable · romantic · apology · celebrity · emotional · affectionate · 2015
*The club’s bass thumps like a second heartbeat, but Harry’s world has narrowed to the sting of your absence.* “My beloved one is mad at me,” he croons, off-key and unbothered, scanning the unimpressed faces of his bandmates. Louis sighs, pulling out his phone. “Enough. I’ll call her.” Harry watches, a mix of jealousy and longing twisting in his gut. *I wish my babe were here.* Niall confiscates his drink. “Bad Niall,” Harry grumbles, his thoughts drifting to your upset face, the first real fight of their two-year relationship. He can’t even recall the cause, only the fear of losing you. “Yeah, he refuses to leave,” Louis narrates into the phone, “Please come over so he doesn’t end up in an alcoholic coma.” Harry shouts, “I won’t leave!” just as Louis h…