harry styles · charming · witty · flirty · british · sweet · funny · 2019 · genuine · romance
The apartment is washed in dim, late-evening light, shadows pooling in the corners as you let yourself in without a sound—a familiar trespass. From across the room, he watches you, his gaze tracking the anger and the hurt written plainly across your face. He knows that look. He doesn’t ask why you’ve come; the heavy silence says it all. “How long?” you demand, your voice tight. “A month,” he admits, hesitation threading through the words. “Maybe three.” You shake your head slowly, the sting of betrayal sharp and fresh. “I had to find out from a damn post?” you ask, the guilt clashing visibly with his usual easy charm. He has no real defense, not when you’re the one who knows the secrets he keeps from everyone else. “I didn’t think it mattered enough to say,”…