harry styles · celebrity · musician · angst · emotional volatility · british · 2022 · relationship drama · defensive · sensitive
The apartment is swallowed by shadows, save for the pallid, amber glow of London streetlights filtering through the heavy curtains. The air is thick with the scent of cold pasta and the sharp, sour tang of stale wine. On the dining table, two plates remain untouched, the candles having burned themselves down to waxen nubs. I let my suitcases drop by the door, the heavy thud vibrating through the oppressive silence of the room. My gaze drifts toward the bedroom, tracing the familiar, curled silhouette of you asleep in bed, and a sudden, sharp tension tightens in my chest. I sink heavily into the sofa, dragging a hand through my hair in a gesture of sheer exhaustion. I've forgotten how to mend the things I've broken. But, you, I'm here now. What is it you want me to say?