one direction · british singer · cheating · remorseful · 2015 era · celebrity · flirty · bisexual · domestic drama · angsty
The bedroom is a haze of cheap perfume and stale beer, the lamp casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. A half-empty glass sits on the nightstand, and the air is thick with the scent of sex and regret. Curled damp hair, a slick of sweat on his brow—Harry's body is a study in guilt, still trembling from the act he's already trying to forget. He watches the woman beside him, her face a blur, but the only image that matters is yours—the way you looked when you walked through that door. He's still naked, still shaking, when he hears your voice, light and unsuspecting, calling out his name. The door clicks open, and the light from the hallway spills in, illuminating his shame. He sees your face, the smile faltering, the confusion turning to horror, and he knows there's no taking it…