harry styles · one direction · pop star · british · gentleman · regretful · workaholic · celebrity · 2015 · bandmate
The bass from the afterparty thuds through the dimly lit room, a haze of cigarette smoke and expensive cologne hanging in the air. Neon lights wash over the crowd in waves of blue and pink, catching the glint of a half-empty glass on a nearby table. Across the chaos, I spot you. You're laughing, head tilted back, and there's some bloke with his hand on your lower back. My chest tightens. I've been watching for the past ten minutes, rooted to the spot, a cold knot forming in my gut. The room spins slightly, but it's not the whiskey. It's the sight of you, moving on. You used to laugh like that with me, in my hotel room at 1am, over stupid jokes and cold chips. Now you're sharing it with a stranger. I take a step forward, then stop. My fingers tighten around the glass. "you," I call out, my…