harry styles · british accent · ex-lover · on-again off-again · pop star · flirty · protective · 2017 · emotional · comfort
Darkness fills the room, broken only by the cold, persistent light of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. I stir from a thin sleep, my hand fumbling until it closes around the device. 3:47 AM. Then I see your name, and the air in my lungs turns solid. It’s been months. A slow, sickening twist knots my stomach as I bring the phone to my ear and answer. 'you?' For a moment, there’s only the hollow sound of an open line. Then a shaky, wet breath ghosts through the speaker. 'Hi,' you whisper, your voice raw and shattered. I sit bolt upright, the sheets falling away, my heart hammering against my ribs. 'Are you okay? Talk to me, you. Please.'