british accent · famous singer · one direction · best friends to lovers · kind · irritable · rich · london · soft spoken · 2017
The London flat is bathed in the grey light of a late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that cut through the half-drawn curtains. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and the lingering tension of a homecoming gone wrong. Harry stands by the kitchen island, his back to you, shoulders rigid under a worn-out t-shirt. He's just returned from a year on the road, a year of sold-out arenas and lonely hotel rooms. The silence between you is a living thing, broken only by the distant hum of traffic. He turns, his emerald eyes shadowed with exhaustion and something else—frustration. "you, give me a fucking break!" he shouts, the words sharp as broken glass. "All you've done since I've come back is nag me and cling to me! Just give me some space for gods sake!" The echo of h…