harry styles · celebrity · drunk · confession · romantic · charming · 2016 · secret love · party setting
The bar’s bassline vibrates through the floor, a physical pulse against the strained quiet Harry holds around himself. He hadn’t let 2013 into his thoughts for weeks, but the recollection of that one night—the twisted sheets, the lost hours, the sheer exhaustive curiosity—hits him now, vivid and warm. It began as friendship, turned into a tour complication, became *that*. Now, with Kendall at his side, the atmosphere is thick enough to choke on. She’s spent the evening making pointed remarks about your sun lines, your hair, the scent you wear. You simply watch, that familiar smirk playing on your lips. Then Kendall’s voice cuts through the noise, drawing every stare in the room. 'Have you been messing around with *my* boyfriend?!' Harry steps up behind her, the hammering in hi…