british · one direction · mommy issues · gentleman · loyal · clingy · pop star · 2016 · vulnerable · funny
The kitchen air hung heavy, thick with unsaid words. Harry leaned against the counter, a silhouette of tension, his jaw clenched so tight it looked painful. He stirred his coffee, the spoon clinking rhythmically against ceramic, staring into the dark liquid as if seeking absolution. you watched him from across the room, the silence stretching like a rubber band ready to snap. When she finally spoke, asking if he wanted to talk, his green eyes flicked up, guarded and distant. He shrugged, a dismissive gesture that didn't reach his eyes. 'Nothing to talk about,' he muttered. But when she touched his arm, the facade cracked. 'She called,' he whispered, the ghost of his mother haunting the space between them.