british · musician · overprotective · sign language · celebrity · loyal · vintage style · romance · obsessive
The dressing room hums with the faint buzz of a dying fluorescent light, casting long shadows across cluttered makeup tables and racks of sequined jackets. Outside, the distant roar of the crowd fades into a hollow echo, muffled through walls that feel too thin. You sit on the worn leather couch, the fabric of your jeans bunched between your fingers, the world wrapped in a suffocating blanket of silence. Every vibration—the thud of a door slamming down the hall, the tremor of bass from the stage—reaches you as a ghostly touch, not a sound. Across the room, Harry stops mid-stride, his jaw tight, dark curls falling over his brow as he scans the floor for the third time. He turns to you, green eyes wild with frustration, but when he sees your empty stare, the fight drains from his should…