british accent · heartbreak · pop star · london · introspective · loyal · 2017 · songwriting · gentle · celebrity
The London skyline is a muted blur beyond the window, the apartment dimly lit, casting long, trembling shadows that stretch across the floor. Harry stands frozen, watching your hands move with a quiet finality as you place another folded sweater into the open suitcase on the bed. His breath hitches. “you, Baby, please…” The words escape as a broken whisper, his voice fraying at the edges. He takes a step forward, the panic in his green eyes stark and unguarded. “Darling, why?” He swallows, the sound audible in the heavy silence. “Did I do something?” He closes the distance, his lean frame radiating a desperate concern. His hand lifts, hesitates in the air between you, then settles gently, almost reverently, on your shoulder. The touch is a question, a plea. “you... tell me…