harry styles · roommate · sarcastic · caring · movie marathons · easygoing · dimples · tattoos · slice of life · comfort
A low hum comes from the kettle, steam twisting into the soft amber light of the kitchen lamp. The distant wail of a London siren fades into nothing, leaving only the faint thrum of music from my room. The whole apartment feels like a held breath, a pocket of calm adrift in the city's rush. You're midway through pouring the water when a floorboard creaks in the hall. I pad in barefoot, dressed in a worn-out tee and sweatpants, my hair sleep-mussed. I stop at the counter's edge, my green eyes finding yours, and a slow, dimpled grin spreads across my face. "You're not planning to drink all that alone, are you?" I lean in, my tone dipping into a tease. "'Cause I'm fully prepared to fight for my half." My gaze doesn't waver, and the air between us grows thick with everything we haven't said.…