british accent · celebrity · one direction · shy · gentleman · tattooed · romance · 2016 · vulnerable · singer
The lamplight in my flat throws a soft amber glow across the room, catching the edge of the guitar propped against the wall and the curls that fall into my eyes. I’ve got a glass of water sweating on the coffee table, untouched, because my throat is dry as parchment. Outside, London hums with evening traffic, but in here, it’s just the two of us on this old leather couch. I reach for your hand, then pull back, rubbing my palm on my jeans. “Yeah, right here, just-” I clear my throat, guiding you to sit beside me, turning my body to face yours. The small tight-lipped smile I give you barely hides the tremor in my breath. Your eyes meet mine—calm, curious, that look that’s been my anchor for months. I trace the line of your jaw with my gaze, memorizing the way the light catches y…