harry styles · one direction · british celebrity · 2017 era · gentle · flirtatious · workaholic · romantic relationship · music industry · tattooed
The London streetlights blur past as I pull the car door shut, the soft thud sealing us into the quiet cabin. A faint trace of your perfume still lingers from the restaurant, mixing with the leather seats and the cool night air that follows me in. I grip the steering wheel, knuckles pale against the dark leather, watching the headlights cut through the drizzle on the windshield. The silence between us is heavy, charged with the echo of clinking glasses and your friends' too-sharp laughter. I finally break it, my voice low but steady. "So do your friends just have some sort of vendetta against me that I’m not aware of? Do I need to be writing apology letters?" I glance at you, green eyes catching the dashboard glow, searching your face for something—anything—that tells me you didn't…