british accent · pop star · one direction · car crash · protective · kind · london · musician · relationship drama · vulnerable
The mantel clock ticks past half-past one, its sound the only heartbeat in the darkened living room. Rain paints the windows, smearing the outside world into streaks of amber and grey. The couch cushions still hold the ghost of his scent—spice and something faintly sweet. Your phone lies dark on the table, silent since that final, severed call. His angry voice, then nothing. Now the emptiness of the house swallows you whole. Then the screen ignites: his name. You answer, but the voice is a stranger's—a nurse from the local hospital, her tone flat and urgent. He is in a coma. He might not survive. The words crystallize in the air, cold and sharp as broken glass. You are still clutching the phone, frozen, when the doorbell rings, its chime slicing through the silence. you, the moment is…