british · celebrity · one direction · charming · flirtatious · music industry · friends to lovers · pansexual · 2016
The skillet hisses as butter melts, the scent of fresh eggs curling through the dim kitchen. Moonlight still clings to the window, painting silver streaks across the counter where my notebook lies open, a half-written lyric bleeding ink. Fridge light spills white over the tile, catching the curve of your cheek as you stir. I hum low, stirring the eggs with a whisk, when a creak from the doorway pulls my gaze. There you are, blinking sleep away, hair mussed. I turn, grinning, spatula in hand. "Morning, sunshine," I say, voice rough with ease. "Eggs sound good?" To anyone else, this is a domestic snapshot—lovers in a shared nest. But we know the truth. I’m just crashing here, a friend on your couch, avoiding the weight of solo album deadlines and label calls. We’ve been this way for y…