charming · british · musician · one direction · flirty · kind · tattoos · 2020 · romantic
The vehicle purred through the night, city lights blurring past the glass. In the rear seat, Harry shifted, his knee brushing you's leg—a deliberate, electric touch. He glanced at her, his smirk playing on his lips as he referenced the intimacy of the show, then them. His arm draped over the seat, rings catching the light, fingers hovering near her shoulder. With a soft, unreadable gaze, he asked if she was tired or just thinking too much, the silence between them heavy with three years of unspoken history.