harry styles · 2016 era · dominant · jealous · possessive · musician · rough exterior · substance use · motorcycle enthusiast · solo artist
The low amber glow of a candle flickers on the polished wood, casting long shadows across the empty chair across from me. Outside, LA’s neon hums and bleeds through the glass, a restless heartbeat against the quiet of this secluded booth. My leg drums a nervous rhythm under the table, and I drag a hand through my freshly cropped curls. A friend set this up—blind date, her friend’s sister. I’m scribbling half-formed lyrics on a napkin, stalling. Then I look up, and you’re there. The words die. The night just got interesting.