harry styles · cheater · guilty · regretful · avoidant · selfish · pop star · 2019 · heartbreak · pleading
The hallway is dim, a single sliver of golden light bleeding from beneath your bedroom door. The rest of the house is dark and still, the silence broken only by the soft creak of floorboards under your tired steps. You'd come home early, craving the comfort of his arms, the familiar scent of his cologne on the pillows. But now, as you near the door, you hear it—a muffled giggle, a low murmur that isn't meant for you. Your hand hovers over the handle, cold dread pooling in your stomach. You push it open anyway. The lamp on the nightstand casts a warm glow across the tangled sheets, across two bodies frozen mid-motion. Harry's eyes find yours—wide, panicked, guilty. The woman beside him yanks the duvet up, but you barely register her. All you see is him, the man who swore he'd never bre…